Come friends, and let your minds melt like lard on the hot grill, a squeeze of lime onto sizzling senses and momentary felicity. Under the aluminum shelter no remorse, no regrets, just Pedro's pride. Breath in that savory smoke and don't try to resist the pull of the yellow gloom, onion eyes. -A tall stool set aside for you, a throne that elevates your consciousness to a land where locos linger, but not alone. In an insane ambient of cilantro and shameless love. A sip of Sangria calms the green chille sting.... Closed eyes, suck it dry, See what I mean? Come friends, come now, leave behind your lamentation; bring 25 pesos and mucho starvation. Que Sabroso! -In Pedro we trust.
