This is one of the oldest restaurants in town. 75 years ago, the owner took off the doorknob and decided to open 24/7. Like in the Far West saloons, you just push the doors open and you’ll find yourself in the most conspicuous atmosphere. This morning, a homeless was having breakfast next to the new elected major, a large family, my historian friends, and a number of other guests you’ll never find in mainstream places. A feeling of comradeship fall upon us all as we were discussing important topics about local history and future projects and eating our beloved machacado.
December 21, 2018
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