Working is tough and I am of the belief that every week should be ended on a happy (and mildly libated) note.
For months I had been hearing that the guacamole at Rosa Mexicano is the bees freaking knees. The way people depicted it made it seem heaven sent from the avocado gods. With all the talk, how could I NOT go and check it out. I should probably note that I am not the biggest guacamole lover (but in no way am I a hater).