
I always got a fajita and my mom got margaritas. Peanut shells on the floor. 20 and 50 year olds making out after sweating on the dance line. A leather faced bartender who looks like he was flown in from New Mexico to Murray Hill just for the gig.
I didn't know at the time that I would ever know a world with out it. Never take your restaurants for granted!
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