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| - I was very pleasantly surprised by the very existence of this place. It was a victim of my whole, "I will regularly wander this area and not walk beyond a chosen spot (that spot being King Slice)"-syndrome.
Oddly enough, I first visited the fringes of my regular stomping grounds with my FATHER, uncle, sister, aunt and visiting-from-Europe relative. Father gets capitalized because that, guys, is out of the ordinary. But this is a place you can go with your dad, or with people your own age. They had pretty kickass guacamole and beautiful mojitos. A sea of green deliciousness.
They even had live music! Very vibrant and joyous live music that prompted a number of people to burst into dance, and one particular couple, into very skillful and entertaining dance. Also entertaining? My uncle getting wrapped up in the excitement of it all, and belting out a song with the band. Surely, the visiting relative will remember this with a fondness exceeding that for the Mandarin (which is difficult, in my opinion).
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