I still can’t figure out why Devin seemed so in love with the idea of everyone speaking in accents for a whole night yet was so reluctant to try an accent himself. The rest of us just dove right in. Maybe Devin doesn’t know how to do an accent?
Also, if the hot dog at Cinco de Mayo just isn’t very good, then the chili dog is vile. There really isn’t a whole lot more to say about it.
We have eaten at Cinco several times now, and I must say that one of the best things about this project is the people we meet along the way. A 24-hour Mexican restaurant in Los Angeles will bring out every type of person during the late hours of the day. I love seeing all the many freaks, cops, super hot chicks, bums, doctors, families, average Joes, and stoners getting their munchies on.
It is great, and the atmosphere is what makes this place! A major shout out to all who appear in this video, and we hope you tune in for more. I will try to keep the dirty talk down to a minimum, but I cant make any promises.
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Tonight’s menu: the number 22 – red chile burrito (meat and beans).
You remember Stony, right? He was “The Visitor,” our friend from Episode 10. He was nice, funny, and obviously down on his luck, and we didn’t mind too much that he hung around during our whole meal that night.
Tonight was different. Stony wasn’t the jovial, singing man we had met few nights earlier. Stony wasn’t sober.
I watched this footage over and over wondering if I could have handled him in a better way after he got belligerent. Maybe if I’d just given him a dollar he would have relinquished my seat and we’d have sung more U2 songs together, but I was annoyed that was charging a toll to sit down. Then, when he started talking about killing people I had heard enough. He just had to go.
So, it wasn’t the most fun night we’ve had. Stony bummed us out, and the food seriously sucked. I gave it a “two sombrero” rating, but in retrospect, it’s a one.
I used to wear the number 13 when I played sports. I thought I was getting all the luck that the number took from everyone else. Well, apparently that luck finally ran out. Avoid the unlucky 13 on the Cinco De Mayo menu, and avoid getting in altercations with homeless people. Nobody wins.
Tonight’s menu: the number 13 – red chile w/ meat, rice, beans, salad & tortillas.
On a happier note…. We’ve spotted Stony a few times since this gloomy night. Todd saw him near the street we live on, and I saw him one morning at Television Park, near Cinco De Mayo, enjoying what Stony calls “a real chill vibe.” Vibe on, Stony. Vibe on.