This still gets to me. El Chico’s was always there for us. Well, except once, and that was Thanksgiving. Over a decade we shared love, punishment, truth, shit talk, bussing tables, two ridiculous and failed bouts of Vegatarianism, and a lot of GI revenge.
Remember, it wasn’t the beer that got ya, it was the El Chico’s.
Where do you go at 1am on a Wednesday for Mexican Food now, hotshot? Where? You’re going nowhere.
There is, however, something abrew. The original manager from El Chico’s has been spotted on Howell and Lincoln at a little treasure - Guanajuato. The folk in the neighborhood call it “GTO.” Stay tuned for a full review.
