Well, it wasn't our favorite Taqueria Corona in New Orleans, and my beautiful friends were nowhere to be found... but David and I got a babysitter and went out for dinner tonight. Los Tacos restaurant in Nagoya is a little taco "joint" (hate that word) that was simultaneously depressing (because it was not the immediate escape to Mexico we were thinking it might be) and fabulous (guacamole and chips... ahhh). The waiters still spoke no English (or Spanish), the television perched above the entry door had some ridiculous Japanese game/talk/variety show on that was right out of Lost in Translation.. There was some salsa playing overhead, and the margarita that tasted nothing like a margarita tasted a whole lot more like a margarita after I got to the bottom of it.
Carlos is asleep in his little room not ever knowing that some random student who may or may not have the qualifications to babysit watched over him for the three hours we were gone. "Oh your major is infant torture? Great! You are hired!" As I have to get up with him at the crack of dawn... I am going to bed too.
Click on the link to see the restaurant...
Los Tacos
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Speaking of salsa, you have to check out Orchestra de la Luz. They're a Japanese salsa group that got really popular in Latin America because they did a very good job imitating Puerto Rican salsa...in fact, there are huge debates in Ethnomusicology journals about them because some argue that, yes, they are a good group, but they don't have "timbao". Anyway, their lead singer is a hilarious, shimmying woman with the same hair you describe in your next post. And she sings in Spanish phonetically but doesn't understand a word of what she's singing.
that was me on aaron's account...
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