A cool breeze blew through me. After months of being surrounded by oppressive heat, it felt good to have a bit of nice weather, if only for a while. So much so, that when I was walking my pup Sean the other day, instead of walking down N.W. 16th and turning on May Ave., we walked a little further down, to 3043 N.W. 16th.
We stopped for lunch at Mi Tierra Restaurant—subtitled Sabor Catracho, or Honduran Flavor—there on the corner, a place I had wanted to try forever.
Hidden from the view of many city folk, the place was fairly busy with Latinos that seemingly knew something special about the place, something that I would soon discover.