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The sun was punching its clock out over 320 West Las Colinas Blvd, bleeding pink and orange across a sky that looked too pretty for business-travel loneliness. Irving was quiet, quiet enough that the hum of my rolling suitcase sounded like a confession I didn't mean to make. I wasn't looking for trouble, just a good meal and a reason to believe the road isn't all fluorescent lights and expense reports.
That's when I saw it: Gloria's Latin Cuisine, glowing like a promise in the twilight. The outdoor tables that didn't just beckon, they summoned. On a night like that, sitting inside would've been a crime. I took a seat beneath the open sky, where the world felt briefly, delightfully small.
First came the chips, crisp enough to make the angels jealous, paired with salsas that carried heat and tang like they had somewhere better to be but chose to linger anyway. One bite and I knew I was in the right kind of trouble.
A margarita was next, cold, bright, and balanced. Not the sugary knock-offs that taste like regret and cheap tequila. This was the real deal. A glass that whispered, "Kid, the night might just break your way."
The steak fajita burrito arrived, sleek, confident, a real operator. The steak tender and smoky, the fillings tucked in tight like hush-money in a manila envelope. It had a cheese sauce accomplice, golden, velvety, the kind of smooth talker that could get a guy to sign away his better judgment. It didn't overwhelm, it elevated, coating each bite like a silk glove over brass knuckles.
I could've walked out then, but fate wasn't done. A chocolate turtle brownie arrived, rich and decadent enough to make a grown businessman consider a second life in pastry. Warm, gooey, shameless. I didn't stand a chance.
When I stepped back out into the cooling Texas dusk, the streets were still empty, but I wasn't. Gloria's hadn't just fed me. It cracked the hard shell of another road-weary evening and filled it with something like joy.
If you're drifting through Irving, chasing deadlines and airport gates, do yourself a favor. Find Gloria's. Order bold. Stay a while.
Some places remind you you're alive. This one makes you glad about it.