BO11: Jose's Authentic Mexican Restaurant, Petoskey

Given my wide array of food allergies, it’s pretty likely that I would have been dead had I been born even a few decades earlier. (What allergies, you ask? I have a strong anaphylaxis with all seafood and nuts, and moderate anaphylaxis with raw fruits and vegetables.) With a long history of food “accidents” (which most often resulted in intense vomiting), my food choices are pretty restricted – I find myself limited to processed food more often than not – and my anxiety about eating at new places is pretty high.

So when I can find a place that makes good natural food that I can eat without fear, I really like going to that place. Jose’s is in downtown Petoskey, and with the destruction of the old movie theater a few years back, they have a great view of the bay. The service is solid, with warm and friendly staff, and the environs are clean. When the newest chain eatery in town is Bob Evans, it’s clear that there needs to be a counterbalance to extruded formulaic food products, and Jose’s provides that in abundance.

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