There was a plate of hot donuts to snack on while we waited. L.’s face after the first long draw on the milkshake was the one I first fell for, all bliss. The fries were Platonic fries, covered in flake salt and hot. When we got up to leave, L. had to sidle sideways past the table of pinched lovers eating eggs with their Sunday Times. Hope they enjoy their huevass rancheros I cracked, which got an enormous laugh on our walk through the market on the way to the train. Nice recommendation, S.