One of the things people like to do in this town is eat Tex Mex at El Con. El Con is short for El Conquistador and that's where you'll find everyone on any given Friday evening.
I don't know why but no one accuses El Con of cultural appropriation and nobody seems to notice the restaurant's brazen stand for Spanish imperial conquest.
It's strange, but there's no movement here to replace the place's unashamedly colonial brand with something more "woke," like Los Incas, Azteca or El Jolly Old Skull Wall. That's just not happening and the name remains along with a militarist suit of armor, horse totems and a couple of clay bull idols.
A Typical Aztec Skull Tower. They Cannibalized the Rest of the Victim
After a hearty meal in honor of Cortez, we were well satisfied. Pizarro and the gang sure know how to cook up a plate of Tres Enchiladas; cheese, it being Friday. Good work, conquistadors!
It was raining outside as we left and that too was good. At last the humid sauna of Rainforest Texas was broken by water falling from the sky as lightning flashed noiselessly overhead.
God bless,
LSP
