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| - Drove 'round and 'round looking for parking, but it was worth the effort. Beautiful little restaurant, right on the corner, lots of windows, clean.
I think they intentionally keep the food from being too "challenging" or spicy, as you can sample from the salsa bar or pick one of what seemed to be hundreds of hot sauces. The midwest palate thinks "spicy" means "scary," so they play it safe. You will have to work the food up to an interesting heat level in order to eat if. I tried mine un-sullied by any additives. Not worth eating, really.
And let me say a bit about this part of downtown: I was last there about six years ago, before the city's "Kentrification 2015" program was in full swing. Sweet mother of Mother's, is that place gentrified. Looks like Boulder, without the clean air, mountains and uber-fit boy babes and girl babes.
"I'm living in this world. I'm what, a slacker? A "twentysomething"? I'm in the margins. I'm not building a wall but making a brick. Okay, here I am, a tired inheritor of the Me generation, floating from school to street to bookstore to movie theater with a certain uncertainty. I'm in that white space where consumer terror meets irony and pessimism, where Scooby Doo and Dr. Faustus hold equal sway over the mind, where the Butthole Surfers provide the background volume, where we choose what is not obvious over what is easy. It goes on...like TV channel-cruising, no plot, no tragic flaws, no resolution, just mastering the moment, pushing forward, full of sound and fury, full of life signifying everything on any given day..."
Richard Linklater, Slacker
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