Because the food that Ruben Rogriguez and his wife Juanita serve up—in particular the six salsas and especially in particular the black been sour cream salsa—is so out of this world that you’ll kick yourself for not having gone sooner. And if you have been, well, it’s time to go again. Not just for the exceptional food, but to show your support for Ruben. He was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor and has no insurance and mounting medical expenses.
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Food. I fucking love it. But I have had plenty of weird food issues over the years and, as is so fun to do with one’s issues, I like to hang much of the blame on my childhood. I am not dissing my mother here. Considering she had nine kids to feed on my father’s trucker salary, she did an admirable job. But if I never see a deep freezer or drink powdered milk again in this lifetime, it’ll be far too soon. I’ve never had a steak in my life. More than one person has suggested that if I were to try one, I’d reintroduce land animals into my diet. I’m not interested. I quit beef when I was eighteen and looking back it was less about hurting the cows (though I love them enough to have two tattooed on my body) and more about what passed for meat when I was growing up.
