Mexican Radio

The girls and I were supposed to eat at La Esquina in Soho one night...

but the employees were being complete douchebags and were taking reservations only. We walked over to Mexican Radio across the street instead, where we had chimichangas, flautas...

and a pitcher of Sangria.

We kept the Mexican tradition going and took a siesta on the way back home.

Mexican food rocks my socks.