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Various Authors 3:49 p.m., Dec. 3
The second best thing about El Museo (508 Avenida Revolución, by First Street, Tijuana (011.52.664.638-1203) is that you get ten songs for a buck on its retro juke box.
The first best thing is the most scrumbolicious shrimp dish I’ve had in a while. Augustino the waiter said, “Just let Rosalba make up a dish. You’ll like it, I know.”
This was partly because it was nine at night and they were about to close, and half the stuff was put away. But it was fine by me.
Rosalba the chef and Augustino
Whatever, Rosalba the chef starts clanking the pans, and sizzling something on top of the broiler and I start to get wafts of, like, roasted garlic. Just before Augustino brings my second ABC Tijuana beer ($1.25 each, in a mug), she plops a steaming plate on the server. Augustino hauls it over while it's hot.
Oh, man. Along with the chips covered in black bean sauce and parmesan cheese, and the pickled carrots and toasted slices of French bread, and the salad, I’ve got a dozen large sautéed shrimp from Ensenada on rice soaked in their juices.
It’s all on a nice traditional oval brown plate, and the taste is, well, heavenly.
Not the cheapest meal I could get on the avenue. The “Shrimp Rosalba” costs $9. But it's worth every centavo.
Next time I’m down, gonna try one of their lunches out on the tables on the sidewalk. One of the few places here that has them. And six bucks should cover that.
And then I’ll take an hour and check out the 300 photos they have of Old Tijuana inside. ’Cause I think this actual spot was where they had the fabled Long Bar. One block long. Now that was a bar. It's history now, but it made history back then.
As I head out, Grupo Miramar is singing "Cariña de mi Vida." Sigh. Think I’ll bring Carla down for a second honeymoon.
Start off here, with this song, those shrimp.