This week I've been bouncing back and forth between old apartment and new, preparing for the move, moving some of the small stuff, figuring out where/how everything will fit . . . and I confess that I've been grabbing too many meals on the run.
Today, as I stood in line to order a mojo fish taco for lunch today, it struck me that any place with a line out the door and people willing to sit outside to eat in 100-degree heat has to be pretty good.
So far, everything I've tried from their menu has been yummy, so the signs seem correct.