"No sour cream" I asked. After two attempts she collapsed in giggles and gave up. Hilarious for her, irritating for me. But, it's the authenticity you're getting here, and that seems to include an inability to communicate. True Mexicana!
"It takes me right back to Tulum," he reminisced, licking his fingers as the rice and salsa dripped out of the end of the tortilla pocket.
Brixton Village, thank god you exist, because you continue to deliver us remarkable dinner offerings. Next time El Panzon, a little quicker if you please?