Review of Tarahumara's Méxican Cafe & Cantina

August 18, 2022

It’s all different now. One of those moments. You feel the heat of the heaven upon you. LIGHTS UP on a new act. Simple stage direction. These are the opening lines of the next scene in the play that is your life. You find yourself living in a new era of being. B.T. There was Before Tarahumara’s and there is after. You ask if I can fly. I smile. It is overcast today. I hear it. I invite you to hear it too. Listen for it. Traces. They drift upward, mesh with the clouds. There is no Norman gloom in Tarahumara’s. Take my hand. Close your eyes. You hear it. This is music: hot plates that mask vinyl with steam; silverware takes on a tinny aspect when in tango with ceramic. The air is lighter. A velour sonic fabric of conversation. Happy mouths. Spanish shorthand. A complicated ecosystem. You find the same peace you would in a meadow. Speed is beauty. Smiling behind the mask. You are loved here. A mother’s palm on your cheek. Bath water. Honey soaks fried bread. Fresh avocado. Flavors clicking like the Golden State Warriors. You did not know. You never knew. Can I fly? Look down.

Five Stars.

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