Thursday, June 10, 2004
Do not be fooled. That is not a Mexican Restaurant just because there is a man standing out front in a sombrero, the interior is festooned with Jose Cuervo decor, and you and your friend, tiring of baguettes, are hankering for some pico de gallo. If you try and go inside to order enchiladas, they will bring you steak hache in a tortilla roll up topped with a dollop of "mousse des avocats" and there will not be an iota of cheese detectable anywhere on your plate. And the whole affair will cost you a clean 12 euros. What were you thinking? This is Paris, silly.
