As I entered, I felt transported back to some dodgy little place in Mexico that was hiding at the back of my memory logs, the dust well set on the archive. I half-expected casual amounts of vom on the floor, as well as a retired mariachi player drunk in the corner, hiccupping a ballad every now and then.
None of that was there, and those expectations are well meaning – this is a no frills, no bull kind of place that lets you have your drunken burger in a judgement free environment.
Camera: iPhone 6
Before you knew it, number ’28’ was shouted and before me appeared, in all it’s glory, a bag of chips and a packed up burger, ready to be devoured. Opening canned beers, for some reason, also gives me an incredibly macho feel. Properly rugged. Nothing pretentious, but a good, “healthy” serving of chips, a selection of mayo and ketchup, and a good burger to help with a planned night of boozing.