We glance at the wine list, limited and reasonable, before we order more margaritas and plunge ahead. Entrees, for once, seem to hold to the level of the appetizers. Soft tacos filled with asparagus provide a different sort of starch, and again that avocado salsa shines. The mammoth plate set before me contains not only three large slices of sweet, tempura-battered fish wrapped in tortillas, but rice, refried black beans and plenty of pico de gallo and feta cheese sprinkled over it. The fish does sag a bit under the weight of all this stuff, but it ends up as a mushy, gooey treat.
More huge platters arrive.
The peppery heat cuts the sweetness of the potatoes, but I would have preferred plain potatoes with the steak, and sweets with the rack of lamb. Easily half of this groaning board goes home in various doggy bags, to provide a tasty lunch and then some. The charming waitress, Sarah, must be used to this, for she writes a little note in each of our take-home packages. Desserts, all done outside at Mother's Kitchen, are splendid nonetheless. I'm sorry that we didn't taste many of Joe's Italian dishes.