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tokyo1An all-you-can-eat taco bar is open for business in Tokyo’s Shibuya neighborhood, according to English-language RocketNews24.

Pollo of some sort, puerco, lechuchga, queso, cebolla, cilantro, guacamole and “salsa sauce” are waiting for you just a few blocks from Shibuya’s famed Scramble Crossing intersection at TexMex Factory. Cheap, too — a mere ¥1000 ($8.62 yesterday). [Mas…]

octopusTired of asada? Pollo getting old? Frijoles run outta gas? These Taco Tuesday Tokyo Treats may be the change of pace you’ve been looking for. On the other hand, maybe you’ll count your blessings.

RocketNews24 reports: [Mas…]

luisnewA row of bald-headed, broad-shouldered young men stand together in the middle of a small smoky dance club called Sound Base. They wear well pressed Dickies pants, Locs (wrap-around shades), extra-long flannel shirts or long cotton athletic shirts in black and gray. A few had T-shirts with images of lowrider cars as well as cholas and cholos. In the club’s parking lot, adjacent to a lumberyard, several lowered 1950s and 1960s Detroit-built cars display airbrushed murals and shiny chrome, the one exception being a caramel brown 1941 Chevy truck.

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On the stage are two members of Quetzal, one of East Los Angeles’ most popular bands: Quetzal Flores and his long-time companion, Martha Gonzalez. Flores strums a jarana, a traditional stringed instrument from the Mexican Gulf port state of Veracruz. Gonzalez is seated astride a cajon, also used extensively in the Son Jarocho tradition of that state, and thumps with her hands and fingers a driving cadenced beat as she sings in Spanish and English, words heavily tinged with Mexican/Xicano cultural and political significance. [Mas…]


Featuring a stereotypical “Mexican font,” the Virgen, a bottle of tequila, a poorly-painted taco and Mexican and Texican flags, the art direction and commercial for this Tex-Mex bar and restaurant leave no cliche unused. Same old same old, eh? But wait — this joint is in Tokyo’s jumping Roppongi night clubbing neighborhood. Is this an offensive advertisement, or would it be a relief for sore eyes and a growling estomach if you were in Nippon? Wouldn’t a cold Negra Modelo be nice right now, pocho-san?