Sometimes people ask me if I eat "normal" food.
What does that mean?
Here is my best guess at "normal," taking "normal" to mean "common." The other night, we ate at El Cholo (1121 S. Western Avenue, Los Angeles) with some of Mr. Monkey's former and current co-workers.
But it's good enough. In fact, it's good enough to thrive in Koreatown.
Strong margaritas make every gathering better.
Crabmeat enchilada ($13.95). I liked the jalapeño-cilantro pesto sauce, but I found the crab a bit fishy. Skip next time.
El Cholo equals good times, but it always makes me thirsty. All that salt. Gah.