You've been here before. M is for Mask came from Zocalito. I knew this was my ABC Along Z when we turned the corner into the alley on a snowbound, cold, windy night, and saw riotous color.
My hands became numb as I took picture after picture. I had no worries. I knew a margarita was waiting for me. The illusion of warmth is fine with me, because the real thing is not far behind.
The food is great, too.