Back in Cleveland we had our favorite Mexican restaurant. It was a divey place in a strip mall — the type of place that if you drove by you would be unlikely to notice it since it was tucked into a corner.

Mariachi Cocos.

We first found it with work, and once we did we would regularly go there for lunch. Shortly afterward Ennie and I would go there for dinner all the time too. Sometimes I had both lunch and dinner there on the same day. Strange, I know, but I just really liked the joint.

Some time around 2010-ish that location closed down and they were saying they were moving to another location a tiny bit further from us. It would be worth the drive.

Today I learned that the owners are going to be spending some time in jail for not really paying their employees properly.  :-/

And this is why we can’t have good things.