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| Thank you, Mario! But our princess is in another restaurant... |
For those of you that ever find yourself in Brazil, Indiana (because we all eventually do), be sure to stop by Mario Bros. Mexican Cuisine. It's pretty much the closest thing in the Midwest to an acid trip without having to take LSD (according to Zagat).
Considering all the dishes are prepared by two Italian plumbers, the food is pretty impressive. I'd recommend the chile relleno, skirt steak fajitas, or the shredded Koopa platter.
I complained to the manager when their mushrooms didn't make me double in size, and he responded by asking me to stop breaking the bricks in his establishment. Obviously, he doesn't realize that's where the gold coins are hidden.
I threatened to take my business down the street to Sonic the Hedgehog's Fine Italian Bistro, so they escorted me off the premises. I spent the next twenty minutes out front eating leaves, hoping one would turn me into a raccoon.
Everybody is in an uproar over the New York Papa John’s employee who put a racial slur on a receipt for Minhee Cho. Read the story here. Meanwhile, nobody seems concerned that Ms. Cho is in New York, yet she’s getting her pizza from Papa John’s.
