There's not much I can really add about the food, although I'll say the items that have most impressed me in years past, the sfingi, the cannoli and, especially, the stuffed melrose peppers, continue to be my favorites. Having arrived very early on Friday, we had the special treat of no line for the sfing.
What I do want to add, what really made my night the other day, the Mexican floor show. The night of 1000 dances. Straight from the streets of Cancun. I mean I swear I saw this revue there many years ago, where they introduce you to the broad range of Mexican music and dance styles, showing you that some sounds more polka than the SW side and others more mambo that Miami, and others, with the movie-class sombreros as cliche as possible. Still, to borrow another cliche, it was "all good." And I'll say, this, as much as I love Mexican food, I really have no ear for Mexican music. Still, I liked this. A lot. There was just something about this team, slightly above average, earnest in the best ways, that hit the spot exactly the way the food does. We had stumbled into this area, thinking there might be a hidden vendor of carne en su jugo or something, but stayed a long time for the show.
Melrose Park continues to have a lot to offer.
Think Yiddish, Dress British - Advice of Evil Ronnie to me.