"Look… I walked into Mi Abuelito just trying to grab some lunch while working up at Franklin College. Next thing I know, I’m strutting out of there like I’m the unofficial mayor of the whole damn block. Between getting phone numbers, breaking hearts, and trying to remember which sunglasses I left on the table, I somehow managed to inhale the best Mexican food I’ve had in years. I ordered my meal like a man who’s seen some things, "surprise me, jefe” and whatever they brought out hit so hard I almost proposed to the salsa. Every bite had me questioning my life decisions. Like why am I not here every day? Why did nobody tell me the enchiladas were built like that? Why did my server call me “amigo” with that confidence, knowing damn well she just witnessed me spill rice on my own lap? The vibes? Immaculate. The food? Dangerous. The confidence boost? Honestly illegal in some states. If you see a tall glass of trouble leaving this place with a to-go box and a smirk, mind your business, that’s just me, living my best life. 10/10. Will return after I finish calling back these numbers I “accidentally” collected."