Rock the Taco.

The nosh pit.

Austin, TX – Having ambled across the highway, we’ve arrived at an empty bar, blacked-out behind wall-to-wall curtains. A shaft of daylight from the front door creates the spotlight.

Sparse, fold-away tables make hyphens across the empty dance floor as a pair of golden balloons flutter lazily from the stage. It’s only 5 p.m.

Outside bar hours, it seems the North Door becomes a makeshift dining room for Pueblo Viejo’s customers. After a long conference day not eating, I welcome the paper baskets dressed by double-wrapped tacos al pastor, smoky refried beans, chips and guacamole.

It’s a performance for the ages.