Monday, July 12, 2010
Two weeks ago, I found myself in Reno around lunchtime with a few hours to kill with my girlfriends on our way to Lake Tahoe. Three hungry women driving a convertible through what looked like a sunny culinary wasteland, no clue where to go. I called on my special forces, a.k.a. Facebook, and sent a message to a travel writer friend of mine. He suggested a Mexican place, nothing fancy, surprisingly known for its seafood. Beto's. And it was great. Shrimp and fish tacos, a ceviche tostada, and a glass of Jamaica. I was a happy and satiated camper. Plus, we walked in and they had Telemundo's broadcast of the World Cup playing on two TVs. Perfect.