Yesterday was my first introduction to Roosevelt's, where a couple of hours before a big soccer game, I tucked away a plate of huevos a la mexicana (scrambled, with tomatoes, onions, and jalapenos) and a few delightfully tangy bites of chilaquiles.
This morning, I couldn't think of anything I desired more than Roosevelt's, especially without the limitations of choosing only what I could run on. Thank goodness for that, because a couple hours later I am lying on the couch reflecting on the meal, my very full stomach, and my new favorite restaurant. After eating their perfect chicken tamale, enveloped in the fluffiest masa and doused in a thick and smoky ranchero sauce, I can't wait to go back! It was absolutely knock-your-socks-off delicious. I actually want to live next door. Or maybe inside.
i really, really, really need to go here with you next time
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