As I walk down Sunset Blvd past Kay and Dave’s, with the scent of traditional Mexican food wafting across the sidewalk, I am abruptly transported back to my erstwhile days, traveling thru Acapulco and Zihuatenejo on a second class bus, sharing space with the chickens and piglets. I recall lying on the pristine white sand, savoring the sun’s rays, swaying to the sounds of Ranchera music, and ultimately treating the painful second-degree sunburn that I had so negligently acquired.
But then, awakened from my reverie, I detect that old familiar craving for Central American comfort food. Enough with the salads! I must have chips and salsa. The memory of black bean soup is reverberating through my limbic system. My spirit and lipid levels begin to soar.
I decide to surprise my wife and order take-out. I stand in the long line at the busy restaurant, feeling as if I am taking up valuable real estate, hoping that the staff won’t forget my order of guacamole. I begin to stress.
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But the servers succeed. My order of enchiladas, rice, beans and all the rest is complete, and I gratefully applaud the restaurant that has stood the test of time, a testament to its delicious food and the keen management of Dave, the owner.
So, long live la comida Mexicana! How would cardiologists survive without it?
