Like most crackers, I enjoy Cinco de Mayo. After all, what other time of year do you get to bastardize another nation’s history as an excuse to get drunk?
This week, we have something even better than the fifth of May to celebrate: We have a Mexican restaurant that has made it all the way to the big 5-0.
That’s right, El Rio, over on Airline across from Frank’s, is turning 50. To celebrate, they’re having an anniversary party on October 18 that I figure will be just like a bonus Cinco: margaritas, Mexican food, waaaaay too many people. Everything you need to have a great time you don’t remember afterward.
I can respect anyone who does anything beyond drawing breath for 50 years. Running a restaurant in the same spot seems like it should count.
Now, I’ll admit, I’ve made fun of Cinco de Mayo in the past. It’s such a ridiculous ritual, given its lack of importance in Mexico. But I can respect anyone who does anything beyond drawing breath for 50 years. Running a restaurant in the same spot seems like it should count.
Chaos can be fun to witness. I don’t often show up for Cinco, but I may show up for Cincuenta. Hide in a corner, watch everyone else get silly and enjoy themselves. And enjoy myself in the process. I do wish I knew the traditional condiment for 50: guac or sour cream?