The Death of Imagination

Yes, it was at El Jardin; I went there with my parents a fair amount when I was a teenager. I know that muckefuck's contempt for places like El Jardin is boundless, but it was much, much better than any other Mexican food I'd eaten at the time. My dad ordered the brain tacos pretty regularly, so I eventually tried them too. I remember thinking they were great, though some of my positive feelings may have come from being impressed with myself for being so adventurous.