The sign in the window says Open. That’s an invitation to come on in. But why? There’s sure nothing special looking about this tavern/restaurant in Tucson. (It pretty clearly once upon a time was a House of Pancakes.) It’s on a commercial street, with a small parking lot next to it, and not much else, and frankly, what I’d expect to find inside is a nondescript bar, some brews, some bar snacks, maybe.
Actually, if someone hadn’t told us about it, I probably wouldn’t go inside at all. But if you do have faith, if you seize the opportunity and come on in, what do you find?
Well, yeah, there’s a nondescript bar, and they offer plenty of brews besides Samuel Adams. Okay. BUT — they also have some of the most delicious food we found in all of Tucson, although usually it was wrapped up in a more glittering package.
If it were a fancier place, their appetizers would be called tapas, and they’d be trumpeting their fusion of Spanish, Mexican, and Southwestern flavors that tickle the taste buds in an original and delicious way. But it isn’t, and they don’t. You have to be content with the lively food and a cheerful, obliging waitress, and reasonable prices, and — yes — a warm welcome. Just as advertised in the window — Open. Come on in.
(What and where is it? Are you kidding? And have it swamped, and spoiled? No way!)