After a day of doctor’s appointments (and disappointments) last week, having given all the blood and other bodily fluids I possible could, I needed to come back from a required two-day fast. From the dark corners of my reddened eyes I spotted the ramshackle signage of the Wholly Guacamole Kitchen, 9015 S.E. 29th St. in Midwest City, and decided to give it a try.
Like most places these days, even though it seemed closed for business, I still tugged on the door and it miraculously opened, with various drawings of the anthropomorphic avocado dancing his way straight into a molcajete, a wide smile on his gloppy face. Believe me…at the moment, I understood that avocado and his need to give the people his precious innards.