When we first moved here, I craved Mexican food and couldn't find it. Eventually we found a Taco Bell that sufficed. It wasn't fabulous, but it was Taco Bell.
A few months ago a little place opened down the street from us. Garrett and I recently ate there and enjoyed it. Last night we went again with my mom, freshly arrived from Oklahoma, and our friend Stephanie, freshly returned from her honeymoon. We weren't disappointed.
A deli sign advertising sandwiches still hangs on one wall from its previous owners. On another wall hangs a black, bespangled sombrero. Another wall is shelved with all sorts of groceries with Spanish labels. Three tables and 8 chairs fill the floor. Two stools hug the window.
The owner is friendly and proud. His personality alone makes me want to keep going back. He told us that he has lots of relatives in Oklahoma, but he didn't want to be around tornadoes.
Yeah, we understand.
The food is authentic. While we were there, lots of customers came in and out. This place has the freshest salsa anywhere. Since we raved about it last night, he brought out guacamole to go with it. We have enough leftovers to last a week.
I may be at the end of my pregnancy, but it's nice to finally have found good Mexican food.
Very bueno.
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