Apparently, there's pent-up demand for another El Mariachi. A Wednesday-night crowd jammed the bigger, more modern location on North Broadway, which opened last week across from the closed-for-now original (tiny El Mariachi II, however, further south on Broadway is still open). It took about 30 minutes to get a seat, but a pitcher of Cadillac Margaritas kept us happy enough. Our carne asada dinner was fine -- if not exactly riveting. The real problem: cheap cutlery. I thought my knife was going to snap in a half as I sawed through the steak. One tip: When you go, be sure to insist on what our server called the "molcajete salsa" instead of that rather mild pico de gallo they usually bring with your nacho chips. We left, however, with one nagging question: Who is that man staring at us from the ceiling? We put a call into the manager to try to get an answer. Until we hear back, we'd love to ask you if you have any guesses. (Click the picture for a larger view)
