A Second Visit — Just to be Fair

You may have read my previous report on Chicas Bonitas.

After a few weeks, I returned to see if my previous experience was the norm. This time, a valet parking guy stood there, demanding twenty bucks to park in the cramped lot. I declined, and he pointed me towards a gravel lot about fifty yards away, claiming it was free. But I wasn't too keen on parking in some unmarked gravel pit, so I chose to park in the shade of a nearby supermarket instead.

The scorching 100-degree weather made the short walk back unpleasant, but my frugality pushed me forward. A twelve-dollar entry fee awaited me at the door, and as expected, the interior remained unchanged since my last visit—a dive bar blended with the vibes of a border town.