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It’s a date! By Noon on Friday at The Jarro-Café

We (this most non-consequential blog about Mexico in France via L.A.) begin at the End of Tomorrow at noon and link, IT!, up to la chica del reporte de Los Tiempos en Issy-les-Moulineaux.

To They’s Special : tequila Patrón™️ en jarrito.

EYES WIDE OPEN on an
open-and-close COUP CASE.

It’s the end of the short-end-of-the-stick of a meaningless Circuit Courts block partie of Them United States in América at The Supreme Court… up next, La república en un PLATO.

Absinthe de Avena en Jarrito de Barro. Only in theaters.

Farewell to febrero, it’s Friday!…
¡Absinthe de Avena en Jarrito de Barro for Évry one!!!

Democracy is a plate best served raw regardless of the weather on the Front.

Armando Segovia.

La Fonda de Jane — Tacos, tortas y, por su puesto ta’ males

Gene Fonda vS Jane Hackman

So, a Fonda before Öüï starts is a sort of establishmsnt established kitchen where Quesadillas sin Queso are sold and, just so Ewe knows, everything else on the menu is home-fresh.

A fonda, by the güey, —especially for French fans of hip taquerías— is not a taquería so don’t you fucking go into a Fonda and ask for “tacos”, especially if you sound like youse from Grenible, GRE°noble because you could get killed for that and get turned into moronga, but that’s on another chapter, right now Öûï is craving some tacos so this is how you would safely be able to order tacos and get away with it, it’s simple, at a fonda todos los TACOS son FLAUTAS  issy, todos los Gatos pardos, Aussie.

Now then, in walks in Jane Hackman into Gene’s Fonda, sits at a table overlooking the plaza de armas and orders a Latte. Hilarity ensues when Jane descends from the Chinese Howitzer version of boom 💥 and proceeds to smack Hackman in the back of the head, Bam!!!

— No Latte Here, solo Jarro-Café! Said, Gene Fonda as she pointed her snatch-scratching index to a sign that read:

No Lattes here, puro café de olla en jarrito de barro tradicional, if you want to Latte your morning with SEA-TAC espressos cross the street to the Hard Rock Cafe, because this here, this here es un  Ja-rro—Café, not Planet “fucking” Hollywood or a Donald trump “Florida style brasserie”.