When our friends asked if we fancied going to Liverpool for the weekend, I was a tad concerned. I have a phobia of fake tan, cannot be trusted with the intense heat of hair rollers and scouse brows weird me out so much that I can’t help but stare at them for a very long time. I was worried that with my pastey skin and lack of volume in my hair, I would be burned as a witch. Either that or be beaten to a pulp for staring at scouse brows. I was swayed however, by the promise of cocktails. I’ll do almost anything for cocktails*.
As always, it was up to me to pick our dining destination. This was an easy decision, Mexican restaurant Lucha Libre are opening a branch in Manchester next to All Star Lanes this November so this was the perfect opportunity for me to try the mother ship.
It’s a friendly little place, decked out in bright colours and jam jar light fittings. Our waitress was indeed fashioning a rather dark brow but this actually complimented her rather gorgeous face (does Liverpool have any ugly women? I didn’t spot one.)
Lens flares that JJ Abrams would be proud of.
The menu is full of Mexican street food, tapas style. Dishes arrive as and when they’re ready which makes it a great place to share.
Food on the whole was very good. Smoky chicken quesadillas were one of my highlights which were oozing with gooey cheese all encased in a crisp tortilla shell. Sour cream has to be ordered separately and at £1 for a tiny tub seems a little on the mean side (I can eat a massive tub in one go. Please note: this is not a joke) but as a combination you just can’t beat it.
Icarus hot wings were indeed just that. Their initial deliciousness all a façade as they gave way to a heat so intense it almost ruined my evening. Even Mr P found them a tad difficult and he’s a hot wing aficionado. Together we resembled Harry & Lloyd from Dumb & Dumber, attempting to cool our mouths with any substance we could get our hands on (am I Harry or Lloyd? Oh god, I’m Lloyd aren’t I?) I’ll be ordering the BBQ version next time.
Chips and salsa
Burritos were a little bit bland and under seasoned but the rib enchilada with its barbecued rib and chilli sauce was bursting with flavour. I’d definitely recommend this one.
The real stars of the show were the drinks. Every flavour of margarita you can think of, some for as little as a fiver. I got so drunk I almost hugged our waitress. Intoxication is fun and friendly.
I adored Lucha Libre. Despite a few little niggles it’s a bloody brilliant place. Great atmosphere, the loveliest staff (they didn’t discriminate against me for non-voluptuous hair!) and apart from the stingy portion of sour cream, brilliant value. It’s going to be a superb addition to the Manchester dining scene. I can’t wait.
*Apart from anything illegal and 4 out of the Ten Commandments.