Sunday may never be the same. At El Borrego Feliz.

Sunday may never be the same. At El Borrego Feliz.

I was humming a tune from an old Greek movie as I sauntered into Centro, changing the “but never” lyrics to the more apropos, “…but only on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday…”. I was meeting up with my buddy Andy, my eat-just-about-anything buddy Andy. On separate...