There’s a great scene from the 80s classic “Spies Like Us” where Dan Ackroyd’s character makes the observation “we mock what we don’t understand.” Although in that context the line was comedic, I think it’s actually an astute assessment of modern society. I wonder if spending more quality time with Latin Americans would help DJT rethink immigration policies which are, at best, ineffective and, at worst, racist and cruel. Perhaps he should start with a meal at @mariasmexgrill
on 3300 South. Recently, @marta_dansie
and I ate there with @littlespicymeg
I hoped it would be good, but it exceeded all expectations. I can’t say it was the best Mexican food I’ve ever had, but it was an all-around home run. Because of scheduling conflicts, we arrived at senior citizen hour, so it wasn’t crowded. (And the earliest dinner I’ve had in months.) Our server, Alex, could not have been more friendly or attentive - but he was neither overbearing nor ingratiating. Marta and Lyndsay chose flautas, while Megan and I shared the molcajete. At first glance, molcajete looks really odd. It’s a boiling stone pot of chicken, steak, shrimp, onions, cactus, cheese, spices, sauces, and general goodness. Without Megan’s recommendation I never would have tried it. But now I’m a convert. Super flavorful and spicy, but not overly so (although it came with some peppers which were past my comfort level). You just take the boiling mixture from the pot and eat it in corn tortillas! OH! SO GOOD! Marta and Lyndsay reported the flautas were very good. But that’s not saying too much because you really have to try to do flautas wrong. When you go Maria’s save room for the churros. Perfect complement to a solid meal. So, if you see Donald, tell him to visit Maria’s next time he’s in town. (Also, try the Holiday Oil down the block for sodas after dinner. The sunsets out back are magic.) #nofilter #danfoodreview #mexicanfood
A Dead Statesman - by Rudyard Kipling
I could not dig: I dared not rob: / Therefore I lied to please the mob. / Now all my lies are proved untrue / And I must face the men I slew. / What tale shall serve me here among / Mine angry and defrauded young?