Overheard? “I’d rather have exploding diarrhea than throw up.”
Taco Cabana, the original. It’s down on, what, San Pedro? Was that the street? I think so. Just, after years and year of national – even international – fame, I figured, it was the least I could do, hit the original Taco Cabana.
Not much to see. I thought, it would have, I suppose, a plaque, or a monument, or something similar. At least some indication that this is where it all started. Just a another sad, little taqueria, except, this one spawned a huge chain.
“Please do not throw away the fajita skillets.”
Earl Abel’s, another thriving hotspot. Interesting, at least, as, as far as I’m concerned, it’s steeped in memories. No, I’ve never been there before, either, but it’s place that echoes, reminiscences, reminds me of places I’ve been before. It’s an era gone by, not quite forgotten. Earl Abel’s has been there since 1933, one of the original Art Deco buildings. Real Art Deco, not something dreamed up by modern-retro-chic designers.
The dessert, two orders of pie and coffee, was acceptable. But the ambience outshone the food by many miles. It was like a coffee shop, or a steak house, from years gone by. It was, as if, there was enough ingrained cigarette smoke in the bar area, although certainly non-smoking now, it still carried that faint smell. Or feint smell, could all be in a mental image.
“Please register for seating.”