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Protests? What protests? There were protests?

Okay, so the 102 was lighter than normal on the way to work, so it stands to reason it was light on the way home, right?

Yup. Light load. Got to Downtown fast.

Unlike the protests in April that screwed traffic to holy hell with an Astros game letting out and Rush Hours, this time around the protestors and rallyers went to Memorial Park to make nuisances of themselves there. Which, gladly, left Downtown quite tranquil as I wandered around at 16:45 today.

No nuisances at City Hall. No nuisances anywhere.

I decided to do the Dangertrain to Richmond route to check on a few restaurants. And sure enough...

El Centro along Main was closed today. I've been to the other places downtown, but not there. But nothing else, so their evening business went elsewhere. Gee, that sure showed us gringos.

Was Cabo's open? Didn't notice. Gee, I'm reeling from the impact, folks.

I hopped off the train at Wheeler and walked to the stop for the 25. A nearly full bus, with a few bums with big heftybags taking up seats, so I stood by the back door.

It comes as no surprise that Ninfas was closed:

Mama Ninfa was a strong advocate of everything, including business-sense. Good rice, good tortillas, quality product in a cozy atmosphere like you're in the dining room next to the kitchen. Family atmosphere. But when her restaurant expanded beyond the original location to Kirby and other locations, the food was downright awful and the atmosphere bland and rustic in a bad way. Cheesy grease in a bowl, greasy chips, and fajitas with horsemeat. You come away from a meal needing a shower with a scrubbing brush and Dawn Foam to cut through the slick on your skin.

I've said it time and time again: to hell with Mama Ninfa and the franchise-crap her retarded progeny peddle in her name and go to Chuy's, Goode Tacqueria, or Cafe Adobe instead.

And, yes, I'm aware that a local station did a live shot at 7:30 in front of a restaurant that had a WE OPEN AT 11 sign in front of it. Local MSM franchises get retarded during Sweeps Month.

By the way...

I'm not a gringo. I'm a kike. Get your slurs right, you Socialist-tool wetbacks, and if I had a foreskin I'd tell you to suck on it.

Comments (5)

kbiel:

How can you be a gringo in your own country?!?

Oh, I forgot that today is "A day without logic".

KobeClan:

ROFLMAO. Warning to new readers, never come here while consuming a beverage. Your keyboard WILL get wet. Foreskin indeed!!

Beck:

My life was impacted by the walkout up here in New Jersey. After work I was at a friend's apartment watching baseball and drinking beer. We decided to order a pizza from our favorite pizza joint, but they were closed "due to a work walk-out." So we had to call Dominos instead.

The horror! The horror!

Kennealy's has an individual of dubious origins working the kitchen for their pizzas. He was working last night. But the Guinness was not. AAAUUUGGGGHHH!

Lionstone:

I was surprised to find our local Marco's up and running yesterday. They tend to have low English levels. Good for them for being smart enough to keep selling fajitas.

I was not surprised to see El Palenque closed. Going in there is kind of like going into a mob-run Italian restaraunt. You're never quite sure if you're really welcome.

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