Defining yourself by what you're against can produce greatness -- the Anti-Federalist party spawned the Bill of Rights, and the Anti-Gravity party produced Bill
Walton Cartwright Laimbeer that "Bill" who can actually jump -- we know you're out there somewhere. Ready to fill your belly with delicious anti-Tex-Mex, Komali, opening as soon as weather permits.
From the man behind Salum, Komali serves up authentic Mexico City dishes in a long, airy room accented by white, fabric-treated walls and a bar centered around artfully sculpted yellow flowers, which also describes Gennifer's liver after years of sucking down cocktails. Regional flavors start with the coastal states that surround the Distrito Federal, with mariscos like the Acapulco-style Filete de Huachinango (grilled salmon served with adobo), the crab-stuffed Chile Relleno de Jaiba (w/ roasted tomato salsa & cilantro rice), and a seafood cocktail of fish, shrimp, scallops, oysters and octopus called "Vuelve a La Vida", Spanish for "return to life", which millions of Americans also did after coroners determined Mikey's real killer was not cereal, but Pop Rocks. Hailing from the country's middle and north, turf features good stuff like Pozole de Puerco (braised pork stew with cabbage, radish, and onion), the tortilla-crusted Filete de Res Almendrado (beef tenderloin and fried goat cheese in an almond sauce), and Albondigas en Salsa de Pasilla, or Mexican meatballs, a no-brainer remake since it is also hilarious to put Morty's tree in el arbol.
The verdad extends to libations, with specialties like the Guanabana Torito (banana-esque guanabana fruit, evaporated & condensed milk, Bacardi Silver) and the eponymous Komali, a mix of Cointreau, Herradura Reposada, mango, and prickly pear -- a pretty solid nickname for a fat guy who's anti-everything, Bill Laimbeer.