Anyway. It was our family's favorite place to eat. We'd go there maybe once a month. Sometimes with the Hudspeths (football coaching buddies), sometimes by ourselves. The owner's son (Luis?) would wait on us, shimmering like Jeeves to our table side for our orders, which often involved burritos. And flautas. And rellenos. And fabulous beans all fried up in Manteca, which is the King of Monounsaturated Fats. Next to Olive Oil, of course. So maybe it's only the Prince of M. Fats.
But whatever. That's not the point. The point is that to this day, Mexican food is my go-to comfort food. I love it and would rather not exist if it all went away.