That place that I speak of is Mi Cocina. Once upon a time, I frequented Mi Cocina more than I care to admit. I wasn’t a fan at first, but as time went on the place grew on me. I ate there at least once a week.
Flash forward to present day; I have no desire to visit. I magically appeared at the Mi Cocina to-go counter last night. Fajitas for the hubs and the Rico salad for myself. Note to self. The queso is disgusting. I’d rather eat Rico cheese out of the can. I discovered that I used to like the taste of body odor. Yep, you heard me right. Everything that comes out of the Mi Cocina kitchen tastes and smells like B.O. I was literally grossed out after having dinner. My darling and I were reminded again why we avoid that which is Mi Cocina. I’ll drive one more block for Mariano’s. It’s well worth it.
Thankfully, I had vivid memories of our La Duni visit from Saturday. I’ll be dining there again very soon.