Cabo’s was the perfect bar and grill.
Perfect fish tacos.
Perfect salads.
Perfect plantains and guacamole.
And the perfect margaritas.
It was perfect.
I went there a lot.
They opened a few more locations, and then, they all closed.
The last to go was the Downtown location.
I’d go there for lunch and after ballgames.
When it closed, I wept for days.
I begged The Devil to bring them back.
And he did. They reopened in a nearby mall.
But nobody told me they were there.
And they closed soon after.
It’s empty now.
Just like my wasted, empty soul.