Gadiel M.
Yelp
Entering Coronitas I was surprised to see a security guard at the door unlatching the chain to let me in. I wasn't asked for an ID, not that anyone thinks I'm younger than my 34 years, or to pay a cover charge I was welcomed in. I guess in a sweater and jeans I don't look that threatening, it could be the J-Crew and Quicksilver labels. Who knows?
The place was hopping. A good crowd for 6 on Friday night, all male customers of course, but the liveliest group I've seen so far. As I made my way to the bar the interior reminded me of a Chevy's Restaurant with TexMex décor, neon signs and beer logo pendants hanging from the ceiling. The only thing missing was the tortilla making machine in the middle of the checkered linoleum floor right next to the juke box.
A group of guys were playing pool in a room separated by New Mexico fashioned brick archways. Tall bar tables line the walls from the back of the bar/restaurant to the entrance. The juke box sits in the middle of the room playing; you guessed it, Spanish tunes.
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