Now, does this mean that I will forsake Bombers and their glorious lemon pepper-garlic wings and ginormous margaritas?Â Oh, no.Â And yet, will I appreciate a downtown option for my young girls in which the main decorating motif is not pin-up girls humping missiles?Â Well, yes.
Ah, Chipotle with your deliciousness and kindly-raised meat, Hot Harry’s with your delightful salsa-and-cowboy-beans selection, El Loco with your lovely patio garden, El Mariachi with your authentic Mexican yumminess like my beloved Pollo San Marco. . . . I love you all.Â Choosing just one would be like choosing only one of my children–each with your unique, delightful you-ness.
Bring it on!