We went to El Castillito tonight to take advantage of a two-for-one coupon I had lying around. As we waited for the woman and child ahead of us to finish ordering their taco plates, a disheveled-looking guy walked up to the doorway between the eating area and the kitchen. He proceeded to take a package of salmon out of a ripped grocery bag and tried to sell it to one of the kitchen staff, who was busy cutting up a tub of fresh cilantro.
Nothing really to say about this, other than...where did this guy get the salmon? Why was he trying to sell it to a taqueria? And why did his other, plastic bag contain what appeared to be cheap champagne?
It was all very confusing. Luckily, our al pastor burritos were not as confusing. They ruled, as usual.
Nothing really to say about this, other than...where did this guy get the salmon? Why was he trying to sell it to a taqueria? And why did his other, plastic bag contain what appeared to be cheap champagne?
It was all very confusing. Luckily, our al pastor burritos were not as confusing. They ruled, as usual.
