And while you’re at it, order a drink. You’ll need it, the food is spicy. We recommend the sangria— non-alcoholic of course. It’s like a fizzy fruit punch with a malty aftertaste that complements the food.
We got the steak quesadilla and if we had to guess, we’d say it was approximately a million calories. They give it to you in a red basket, lined with waxpaper. The quesadilla is folded in half around cheese, fresh salsa, and juicy pieces of steak. In the light, you can just see the gleam of the oil and some steak poking out from under the crispy edges. The downside is that although the meat is good quality for the most part, you may run into some gristle or fat. But don’t let that stop you from trying it out. Besides the quesadilla, we also ordered a vegetarian burrito which definitely was a fair competitor against an ol’ Chipotle burrito. The price is roughly the same, the difference being a dollar here or there; the determining factor lies within the authenticity of the food at LaVic’s.
Then add the signature orange sauce. There is absolutely no other name for it, but it is as necessary a condiment for LaVic’s as ketchup is for America. The specific ingredients are kept secret, and even those with the most sensitive palate has difficulty distinguishing any individual components. Yet, its necessity is apparent when you see every table with a bottle and a sign advertising its sale for six dollars. In our opinion the sauce could be worth anything and we’d still buy it.
Before you go, heed this warning. You will be craving this food for the weeks following your consumption. If you can’t handle some intense pregnant woman-esque cravings, avoid LaVic’s.
