A mouse. A mouse calls the cow skull on the wall at Paquito's home. Or home away from home (as the fellow later scurried down the wall and out the front door). But even though the restaurant had a light vermin situation going on, I'd still go back, because it's just that hard it is to find passable Mexican food in New York.
Perhaps you need to get a closer look at the little guy? Click.
For some reason I felt like I was being a rude guest of the restaurant when I photographed the mouse, like if the waiters knew what I was doing I'd get in trouble.
3 comments:
He's so cute! I hope that your new friend "Squeakers" does not end up in a tortilla by accident one day.
Well, now you can NEVER bring Emily to that restaurant. Also, yesterday Blake was trying to get Rachel to touch a snake and he said, "See, I am pretty, so pretty."
Lauren and I used to eat there all the time... *shiver*
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