"You're my new favorite for Seafood. Good, serious food is hard to find on the West Side and you killed it. But I saw these people. You remember them. The ones that came out. Those who were expecting you to be like any Mexican restaurant. All other Del Taco, Taco Bell, Filibertos or Mariscos in the valley. People with unimaginative taste to accompany the rice and beans on each plate because they are stereotype. People without an innovative bone in their body. These people will never see you. But not. Don't leave her. The soulless sea of corporate slaves, who only want homogenized food, pushed out of a pipe into the mouth. Don't let them come to you. Your food is good. Damn good. Don't change. Go on what you do. Let the food speak for you."
