I don’t really understand Mexican food. I get confused between the various names. Do I want a Burrillo, an Espilada or a Chinchilla? They all look the same on the menu and when they arrive at the table, they all look and taste the same. There are some beans, some rice and something that could pass as a large bowel movement which is either soft or crispy, or softly crispy, and is stuffed with more beans, a bit of salad and maybe some meat of unknown origin (unless I ordered Chinchilla). But fuck all that, I love Margaritas.

So I could never be described as a connoisseur of Mexican food; but I do enjoy the occasional visit to a Mexican restaurant, knowing that I will roll home feeling pleasantly full of something, and awash in Margaritas.

There was a place called Mike’s in Thappraya road which did the job; but the location was rather bland and noisy and our visits were infrequent. But now Mike’s has moved to a side street off Thappraya and it is now a very pleasant place to eat the obscure and drink Margaritas (or Corona if you must).