— Well, son, once upon a time there were all sorts of places where one could eat. Then came the great crash of '08, followed by the great restaurant crash of '09. After that, only McDonald's and a slew of Mexican joints were left standing.
— You mean there were once other types of restaurants?
— Every darn type you could imagine, from steak houses to sushi...
— Raw fish wrapped in seaweed with rice.
— I see. But what happened to all the Mexican joints you speak of?
— What happened was the great Mexican restaurant crash of 2010. Mi Rinconcito was the only one able to meet the demand for authentic south-of-the-border cuisine at a price folks could afford — meaning just about everything is under ten bucks.
— Didn't anyone else try?
— Why sure, but nobody could make real Mexican foods like posole, menudo, or tripe and tongue in salsa verde. The soup is super too, as are the soft tortilla tacos — roasted pork, steamed lamb — I'm getting hungry as I speak.
— It's a bit out of the way, no?
— Listen up, son: Nothing worthwhile is easy to get to. Remember that. Besides, Calle Ocho isn't very far, and Rinconcito makes things convenient by staying open every day from 10 in the morning until 9:30 at night.
— Yes, sir. But, Dad, I have one more question.
— What is it now?
— You made up that part about eating raw fish, right?