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Truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got as used to it.


What sort of Mexican food might one expect to find from a place with a neon cactus in the window?

It used to do the job, but since its embrace of the "fish-bowl margarita" crowd of screeching happy hour harpies, the quality of the food has diminished in lock with the ambience.
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Debbie Courson Smith said…
Right on - the best Mexican food is served up in the places that look the dumpiest.
26 August 2009 at 12:18
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, I had some interesting burritos in a dodgy pub in Prague some years back.
26 August 2009 at 12:21
Anonymous said…
I've NEVER had good Mexican food!
26 August 2009 at 15:37
Sue said…
I worked in a Mexican restaurant for a while once when the kids were little. I was always disappointed that I never got to work with a Mexican!
An Arab, a German, a Pakistani, an Italian, a Swede, a Maori, and a handful of disfunctional Aussies.
But I did grow to love nachos for a while!
27 August 2009 at 18:00
Roddy said…
I tonight had a moussaka to die for, followed be a helping of a Pork chilli bean dish that was an exceptional meal provided by one totally Australian cook that I can only describe as excellent. Superb.
27 August 2009 at 19:52
Kris McCracken said…
Mexican versus Indian is a hard call for me...
28 August 2009 at 13:23
Roddy said…
Mexican tonight, Indian tomorrow. Followed of course by Chinese, Italian, Greek and whichever flavours I have come to savour over the years. Thank god that Australia is so multi-cultural.
31 August 2009 at 21:19
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