I’ve been pretty feeling pretty enfermizo the past week, with my worst fear of a mild bout of la gripe attacking while still in procurement of this damn tracheotomy. Believe me—it makes everything from aches and coughing to stuffy head and fever just about a few notches worse than I had honestly expected.
In desperate need of some sort of life-giving sopa, I remembered that a newish Mexican restaurant opened not too far from me, Rosario Cantina Mexican Grill, 2815A NW 10th. Pushing aside the Vicks VapoRub, empty bottles of 7-Up and so many Saint Jude novenas, I mustered up whatever ganas I had left and headed to the small joint, located next to that nevería that I like quite a bit.