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Mr. Mxyzptlk, are you
there? Boy have we found the place for you. Better not call Bizarro
Superman and The Scarecrow to tell 'em where to meet, as uttering
this joint's name will send you back to that awful fifth dimension
from whence you came. All nerdy Superfriends allusions aside, Ixta
has an odd, unapproachable quality that is both too slick and too
tired. It's like buying that coast guard orange BMW 325; at first
it's shiny and new and exhilarating and different and a real conversation
piece. Then after everyone has seen it, and you go through a winter,
the thing loses its luster and you're just the jackass who bought
an orange car. I'm sure people were enthralled with Ixta's cool design
when it first opened, but it's so distinct and, well, orange that
it makes it a one-time novelty joint and not a habitual, go-to kind
of joint. Despite this, our one visit was fun, as we sat and chatted
with the friendly bartender and he denied drink after drink to the
very young ladies stumbling/floating over from the stuffed Red
Sky across the street. We didn't dine on any of the Mexican-tinged
foodstuffs, but the menu looks somewhat limited, but tasty. Who knows
what life will bring us, but I have this feeling that, despite having
a good experience, life will not bring us to Ixta again. [MF]
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