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| - I came here last Saturday night with my friend, Laura, and lo and behold the window bar seating was empty. She suggested we sit there because inside, it could get quite loud. She has been here before and knew the drill and also just the right amount of food to order so we wouldn't waddle home like that last time we went to County General a block away and we had to dip into a crappy pub for some pints in order to aid digestion just so we could keep moving. It seems counter-intuitive but the only thing that will clear you out quicker than fingers down the throat, is draught beer, a cleansing ale. This is why Vikings rule over Romans.
We ordered 8 different tacos so we could split them and get all the flavours except for the token vegetarian one, duh. They are kind of small but you can easily cut them in half and wold them in two bites. The crispy chicken was the best one, both of us agreed, and the cod one was the most Instagram-worthy aesthetically speaking. I got a new iPhone 6 so I got some of my apps back and took a shot of it with the old Hipstamatic. I don't care what the elders of Hipsterville say, I still think it takes cool photos. So we ate 4 delicious tacos each in total and had 2 pints and I think we paid $35 each. That's not bad. We were delightfully satiated. If we would have had chips or something, I would have been bummed out eating the last taco because I would have had to have forced it down. Also the service was top-notch. There were at least 3 servers waiting on us, and each of them on the ball and sweet as pie.
One little tiny thing tho: WTF IS UP WITH THE MUSIC AND WHY SO LOUD? Yes, I am a lady of a certain age but I've moshed in mud with no bra. I'm not a delicate flower, but this fucking "music" was some genre, I don't know even what, and you're going to say "It's 90s hip hop, you old daft cow" and I swear this was NOT 90s hip hop, it was abusive screaming rap narrated by some guy yelling about how his feelings were hurt by some hoe, prolly in the sixth grade, with no tune whatsoever. This is the kind of music nobody actually likes but they say they like because they think they should like it but even the guy who's yelling is filled with self-loathing and wants desperately to shut up but he can't. Obviously the tactic here is to keep the brain-washed hipsters pure and blast out the old people like when the U.S. invaded Panama and bombarded Noriega out of hiding with Van Halen back in 1989. I remember when this happened because I'm that ancient but don't fucking think your little trick is going to work on me, La Carnita. I'm a tough old bitch and I'll will be back for more tacos. And maybe some dessert next time.
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