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
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.