The second I walked through the door of this white-washed eatery I was struck with a loud and electric energy. I marveled at the exquisite Festival of the Dead/Geisha-esque wall art, huge chandeliers and an enormous bar with rows and rows of tequila.
By the time our table was ready my lips were tingling from the serrano. Hey, as my rooommate Libby would say—I'm not mad!
Although Empellon is a trek from my Queens abode, I'll definitely come back for more of Alex Stupak's Mexican masterpieces.