Hello, we say.....Hello!!

Been a spell since we showed our fuzzy faces. Probationary period has flattened so it's showtime!

We resurface un-triumphantly Thursday at DON PEDRO'S, our favorite rock and grog venue for an inspirational 45 minnit concerto dee amour.

To those of yuze who aint been to DP's, picture this: Velvet curtains leading to backroom and stage, naughty ol' b&w B movies onscreen behind tattoo laiden mixmastress struggling with soda gun and bottle! Owner Meddy is a sincerely enchanting fellow with authentic eyebrows and natty Jake Noodles has returned as theatrical director. Easy parking, cheap drinks, swell mexi-munchables and bar menu, relaxed and friendly atmosphere (until our arrival), mucho floor space to samba about whilst we serenade the senoritas wif our wistful ballads of luv's omnipotence and purpled fragility.

Amusing Euro review from renaissance madman Sir David O'Clock (parental advisory! Sir David's musings are notoriously, in the words of the Marquis de Sade, "well-peppered"): The Joy of Custard

DON PEDRO'S......THURSDAY.....MAY 26.....10:00......BRING ID!

Toilet Report: Very professional. Perhaps a necessity when vending Mexican comestibles? Can take on all comers, liquid hand-soap, lotsa paper towels.