There was a great local Mexican place not two miles from my home in New Jersey. I went often and enjoyed the food, the atmosphere and the ability to know there was always a good meal close to home. When I moved to the Berkshires I missed Mexican food and finally tried a place I had passed. It was terrible, expensive and the service left everything to be desired.
About three months ago a young man I worked with, told me about a little joint he frequented that had "terrific Mexican." So we tried it together and I loved it. It had a facade near the place where I get pizza to go. It looked depressing and small. Stupid me: once inside it was great. So tonight before the snow storm I am meeting a former colleague there for dinner. Hmmmm