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Jefe, would you say
we had a plethora of cucarachas? Well, they're not visible, but we
certainly know they're there--lurking in the corners and rubbing their
spindly legs together, coveting your calorie-rich meat log (otherwise
know as a burrito). Quite honestly, the space here looks like a dilapidated
bodega that was hastily cleared to make room for a few tables and
some extra dust bunnies. While this doesn't exactly inspire confidence,
sometimes these are the best places in which to chow Mexican food.
We would expect nothing less (or more) when it comes to Latin food
on the Lower East Side. Regulars know not to order the sizzling fajitas,
as the low-ceilinged dining room fills with smoke like a Jersey sports
bar on free Marlboro and chicken wings Sunday. Luckily my tasty chicken
burrito didn't cause a lick of emphysema, and actually went down quite
smoothly. This is a decent neighborhood option for a quick, cheap
meal that hopefully won't confuse any of you morons out there with
the whole sombrero/hat thing. [MF]
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