Location: Arboretum area just West of the Arbor 7 cinema intersecting rice and beans.

This ain’t no roach party, this ain’t no shithole, and these folks definetly ain’t foolin’ around! So I’ve been living in Austin now for 7 years and am dumbfounded at how I’ve walked by this utopia of belly bliss probably well over 30 times after watching a movie and never walked in. All those times I could have left the theater to fill up and refuel after landing my butt in the theater the whole day gone to waste! Well those days are distant memories from now on because I’ve just had an epiphany due to sensory pallette overload!

Let’s start off first by mentioning the fact that I was turned off by the idea of eating anything after a bad taste in my mouth was already left by a terrible movie a buddy and I had just witnessed. Along with the headache from the marathon winning performance on the town the night before, I was in no shape to eat, especially at an upper scale, snazzy, public place with a woman with a chiwawa in her purse telling me to drink Scope rather than a margarita.

Anyhow, as soon as we walked up to the door the calming sound of the water leaving an infants weiner at the fountain immediately began to soothe my temples. Added with the sight of two devilish looking hostesses, I knew that no matter what I ordered, if I looked at them while eating, my food would taste good (maybe a torta).

The long foreplay before the food arrived was hard to get thru, but boy when it finally came, my taste buds exploded! I ordered the mole chicken enchiladas and I don’t even care what my buddy ordered because I knew without looking at his food that I won. The perfect mixture of sweetness and zing in the sauce covering white shredded chicken wrapped in homemade corn tortillas was exactly what my stomach needed. Along with the standard rice and beans to compliment, I was full and found the mexican version of BBQ’s famed mud butt label. Fast forward 30 minutes later……..zzzzzzz’s.