

Counter-serve Mexican joint serving tortillas, tacos & tamales in an unpretentious setting.
Hours
| Friday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Saturday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Sunday | Closed |
| Monday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Tuesday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Wednesday | 7 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 7 AM–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1450 S Country Club Dr, Mesa, AZ 85210
Phone: (480) 912-3420
Website: http://www.carolinasmexicanfood.com/
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Reviews
The restaurant is noisy and self serve!!! Not worth going!!!!
Doing things the same way since 1968 for 58 years they might want to look at some changes. Shame on all the plastic!!!!’
Once inside, the lively atmosphere enveloped us. You place your order at the register, where the friendly staff greets you with warm smiles. After ordering, you’re given a number, a small token of your upcoming delicious feast before finding a cozy spot to wait. The best part? You can watch the chefs in action right before your eyes! It’s like dining in the kitchen of a culinary show, where each ingredient is expertly prepared, and the aromas wafting around only heighten your appetite.
When our food finally arrived, we were in for a treat! The tamales were divine, perfectly sized and bursting with flavor. Each bite was a celebration of spices and textures that danced on our taste buds. We savored every mouthful, completely enchanted by the hearty, comforting taste that felt like home.
While Carolinas does have a downside—namely, the lack of alcohol. the beverage selection more than made up for it. We opted for a refreshing “Mexican” Coke, which perfectly complemented the rich flavors of the food. There are also other delightful drink options to choose from, ensuring that everyone finds something to quench their thirst.
After enjoying our meal, we stepped outside to find ample parking, making our visit easy and stress-free. Overall, the experience at Carolinas was nothing short of fantastic, a whirlwind of delicious flavors and a vibrant atmosphere that we can’t wait to return to. If you haven’t checked it out yet, make sure to stop by for a culinary adventure that’s sure to leave you craving more!
The name “Carolina’s” carries some weight ‘round these parts. Their old Phoenix location might as well be a cultural heritage site.
But it would appear that expansion hasn’t been kind to the Carolina’s name, because the food quality and the speed of service were equally abysmal.
The chimichanga I received is not the best chimichanga in the world, just fyi. Not by a long shot. On my universal 13 point scale of chimichanga deliciousness, this chimi earns a deplorable rating of 2 out of 13. I’ve never eaten a more dry tortilla in my entire life, except maybe that one time when I left a pack of tortillas in my fridge for two months and tried to whip up some burritos after the 10mg THC gummies kicked in. For you newcomers, I order my chimis with beans and cheese, to keep the playing field level, and to avoid the meat sweats. The beans were okay, easily the best component, but I couldn’t tell if they put any cheese in there whatsoever. There was no pico de gallo, and the guacamole was a disgrace with its huge random chunks of jalapeños and tomatoes (tomato doesn’t belong in guac, y’all). Dry, dry, and bland, with a side of dry. And the “salsa?” Forget about it. It tasted like watery tomato soup with a pinch of chili power. Awful. Just awful. An absolute disgrace to what Carolina’s used to be.
My daughter’s quesadilla was somehow even more dry than my chimichanga. I don’t know what they do to their tortillas, but they better stop. There’s a difference between dry and crispy, and this was absolutely the former. It was borderline inedible.
And to top off this whole experience, they were blasting Jesus Rock music the entire time. Sorry, but this alone is reason enough for me to never return. I don’t appreciate being proselytized to while I’m forcing mas o menos mediocre Mexican food down my comida cavity.
I’m gonna need to do three hail satans and listen to an hour’s worth of death metal to get the awful taste of this food out of my mouth. Sorry Carolina, but if I were you, I’d go back to the drawing board with, um, literally everything.