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Andrew Littleton is moving to Nashville, but one thing he’ll never forget about Oklahoma City is the “authentic-ish” Mexican joints along SW 29th Street:
Ever since the day I had a $3 breakfast for lunch at Sydney’s and helped to unplug the fan so they could plug in the cash register to complete my purchase, I fell in love with this stretch of road. Sure, there have been moments of fear. Like the time the drug dealer dudes started ramming their $40,000 tricked-out Cadillacs like they were bumper cars. Or, the time the meth lady accused me of stealing her car (my custom Volkswagen Beetle) and then chased me back to my office. Or, of course, the time I ate at the Golden Touch Grill. But those moments are fleeting as I think of all the great food. Flautas and enchiladas at Los Desvelados, dollar tacos at Max Burger, the burger I got carded to eat at the place that turned out to be a shady beer bar, and the time my friend Dirk nearly died from the heat after shouting “muy caliente el diablo!” about how hot he wanted his pork chile verde from the place across the street from Los Desvelados.
Now that’s hot.
Disclosure: I (briefly) worked in fast food on 29th in the 1970s. Back then it was a burger joint; today it’s a pizza chain.
fillyjonk »
15 October 2009 · 7:10 am
“muy caliente el diablo”
heh. I don’t speak Spanish but that is making me laugh in the same way as one of the songs one of my old officemates used to play while she was working; it had the line, “Donde, donde el bano, donde el bano en su casa?” (sic).
I will admit sometimes in the late evening if we were all working in the lab we’d get up and dance to the “donde el bano” line.
CGHill »
15 October 2009 · 7:25 am
Mad magazine’s highly-dubious sports creation, 43-Man Squamish, opens with the recital of a Chilean proverb by the defending right Outside Grouch: “Mi tio es enfermo, pero la carreterra es verde” (My uncle is sick, but the highway is green”).
Whereupon the Pritz (the game ball, 3¾ inches in diameter, made of untreated ibex hide stuffed with blue-jay feathers) is hurled, and the game begins.
canadienne »
15 October 2009 · 9:00 pm
Oddly, I have been to Squamish. Cheakamus, not that far away, would have been a great name too.