After a day of doctor’s appointments (and disappointments) last week, having given all the blood and other bodily fluids I possible could, I needed to come back from a required two-day fast. From the dark corners of my reddened eyes I spotted the ramshackle signage of the Wholly Guacamole Kitchen, 9015 S.E. 29th St. in Midwest City, and decided to give it a try.
Like most places these days, even though it seemed closed for business, I still tugged on the door and it miraculously opened, with various drawings of the anthropomorphic avocado dancing his way straight into a molcajete, a wide smile on his gloppy face. Believe me…at the moment, I understood that avocado and his need to give the people his precious innards.
In tribute to the Mexican fruit, as I looked over the quaint menu, I decided to keep with the green theme and do, if you will, an all guac special where I can really involve myself with the mythical taste that it’s truly famous for. As I gulped my second glass of life-giving ice water, my appetizer quickly came out, the self-titled Wholly Guacamole ($6.99).
The guacamole was extra chunky, the way I truly seem to like most things in life, each chip filled with a helping of fresh avocado, tomatoes, onions and, by God, queso fresco, making for a delicious appetizer that already earns the place a seal of approval. That being said, I was outdone by my next order, the Guacamole Salad ($8.99).