los caudillos

and on this very evening, it was only fitting that they ordered food from los caudillos. after a rough and tumble few days, the unlucky family was falling apart at the seams. teenagers were bellicose and belligerent. the domino effect was diminishing the strength of the browbeaten parents. thus, unlucky, summoned up her resolve and became an «indispensable caudillo» hoping to restore a semblance of law and order.
the «benevolent dictator» phoned in an order.
pollo con mole poblano for the señor.
a carnita cemita for the señora.
the señorita ordered tacos and chimichangas
and the joven ordered a chicken cemita.
the señora truly enjoyed her cemita, which was sinus clearingly spicy and tasty. the avocado brought in the creaminess and the meat was truly wonderful. she didn’t like the taste though of the papalo, which she had never had before, so she simply took it out of the sandwich. if you aren’t fond of anise– it’s probable that you won’t like papalo.
the señora tried the guacamole– too watery!
the carne asada taco-​too cinnamony!
rice and beans-​blah.
the home front is quiet now.
it’s quiet now.
too quiet…
–THE ADDRESS IS REALLY 3712 thirteenth AVE. hopefully it will soon be corrected.