Frida Fiesta

“Now I just need to decide if we will dine at Riviera Maya or El Patron’s. OLE! “ That is exactly what a wrote a few hours ago as I dreamed of some superb pollo drenched in queso and grilled onions and peppers. Warm chips and spicy, fresh salsa. Maybe even some fried ice cream, if my will power faltered. But no. Rather than eat like rich Americans, we thought it more a tribute to Senora Frida to eat like poor Mexicans. We made a run for the border and shared a Cheesy Gordita Box. So let’s call that like middle-class Mexicans. For a minute I thought I might have to make beans and refry them. Although I expected to have a beautiful photo and a rave review, you see my photo and here is my succinct food review: It was adequate stomach filler.