For the past four years off and on we've had a "Taco Tuesday" ritual at Nick's Crispy Tacos up the street. It used to be the perfect ism setting with pinatas, sombreros, reggae, and great Mexican (that inevitably left my stomach reeling due to the mass quantities of oily hot sauce).
After letting our ritual lapse for a month (the work thing got in the way), Linz, Steve, Matt and I made our way back to our friendly jaunt. It seems we've either aged 50years in the past month, or the crowd has somewhat declothed and dropped inhibitions. There's still the great food, and the odd ambiance (did I mention the red mirrored walls, chandeliers, and painted women mixed in with the Mexican garb)? Only now the music is club beat, the other diners are half clothed and jirating (instead of eating ... the ones eating trying so hard to look cool but dropping bean burrito down their shirts), and the flirts flying.
I wonder if Nick's has an early bird special?
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