New restaurant in town
The local newspaper congratulated a young entrepreneur last weekend. He’d fulfilled a dream, I assume, and opened a small restaurant that bore witness to his culture and his desire to share their food with his new community. We sought it out, and today we ate well.
The restaurant, Señor Sombrero, is based on traditional Mexican cooking. The dining room is located in a very old building down on Avenue Royale, with perhaps too much false stucco on the walls, but there is precious little adobe available at the local building supplier. Lots of beans, lots of corn bread, lots of salsa and guacamole. On a side note, an avocado, translated into French is homonomous with the word for lawyer. I’d love to learn the etymology there. Nary a French Fry in the place, though. Seating for about fifty people, his family in the kitchen and an owner who was always on the move, assuring that our food was on our table without delays. No mañana for this señor.
Reasonable prices, some of the spiciest salsa I have ever had, and tasty refried beans. Good supper. Pity that son #3 is convinced beans are the food of the devil, because he missed out on the traditional part. Let’s face it, the canned refried beans available at our local IGA aren’t meant to inspire.
As far as I can tell, nobody in our party tried to speak Spanish, but the owner did invite us to return, so we now have an alternative when we decide to venture beyond our own kitchen.
