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El Vaquero Owes me a Coat

So, as usual, I decided to sit in the smoking section at El Vaquero for lunch today, and much to my surprise, they were in the process of renovating. Literally. They'd yanked off all the plaster and stucco around the arches, through which you must pass to get to a booth.

When I got up from my table to pay the bill, my coat snagged on the now-exposed wire which will, eventually, hold plaster. Now I have a hole in my new down jacket.

Fuck you, El V. Your cheese dip was not even hot, and the veggie quesadilla was burnt. And the rice was dry.

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