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We went out for Mexican food last night to a highly recommended place called La Fiesta, located in Roppongi. It was our first time visiting the “party central” area and it was definitely a partying place. We passed a sports bar where most of the patrons were foreigners and saw the Hard Rock Café across the street. We found the restaurant with little trouble – it is located on the second floor of a building. One of the more surprising things about Tokyo is the location of stores and restaurants – they turn up in the most unlikely places and if you are not careful, you can miss them completely.

La Fiesta turned out to be on the second floor of a small building. They didn’t have a table right away, so they sent us downstairs (to the floor below street level) to their tapas bar for a drink, where I promptly ordered a marguerita in keeping with the Mexican theme. There was a salsa class going on – five people, all Asian, following the bespectacled teacher. I suggested to Husband-san we join in, but as with all white men, he had not had enough to drink to get on the dance floor. He promised to “dance later”, but I didn’t believe him.



After about twenty minutes, a waitress came down from the restaurant to tell us our table was ready. We followed her upstairs with drinks in hand and were promptly seated. Everyone spoke English so we had no trouble ordering and the food was quite good. On the way home, Husband-san made good on his promise….




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