Saturday, June 30, 2007
Maya and I went to the awesome Mexican grocery store next to the awesome taqueria on Seigen to pick up fajita meat, chorizo, cheese, peppers, and whatnot for the planned poolside feast at my friend John's house this afternoon. As I was looking for tortillas, I spied a rack of cockfighting magazines, which only makes me love this place more. I mean, my honky ass loves any stripe of international grocery store. I want everything in there, but the presence of cockfighting magazines pushes this place past the now lackluster Pakistani place on Florida blvd.