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I swear I went to have
a meal here back in like the mid-90s when Ms. Hipster lived on the
UWS. That meal ended with a glass of water and some frayed nerves.
Having sat down at a table outside, we were promptly served agua and
then summarily forgotten for fifteen minutes. In France that would
be considered courteous. In America, that's suck-ass service. We walked
away. But, to be fair, that was over ten years ago, and it's time
that I cut the place some slack (after being on our "never again"
list for over a decade). We actually went here for a private birthday
party in a large basement room. The room itself was actually big enough
to house a pretty large gathering, but we were comfortably spaced
with our smaller crowd. The drinks were free and multitudinous, but
the real surprise was the food. We had passed nosh that was really,
really tasty. There was a great mixture of Latin/Mexican/Southwestern
grub and Japanese-inspired rolls. We almost asked the hostess where
she had imported the grub from. It turns out that all these years
we had been swearing off a place that could have nourished us with
its sweet nectar when we were wasting needless nights on the UWS at
Rancho's, Senor Swanky's, Burritoville
and any number of other joints that are now sucking Citrus' southwestern
dust. [MF]
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