On the table I see plates of taquitos, tacos, and tamales, a large bowl of guacamole with chips, two peppers, and half an avocado. The gray-haired man on the left doing the cooking is the founder of the restaurant where this mural and many more may be found painted on an outside wall. It’s a family portrait, I think, celebrating twenty-five years in business. But the family seems to include JFK in the upper right eating a burrito. Always a good sign. The burritos are really good there. Who JFK has his arm around I’m not sure. But next is Frida Kahlo, with some of her Calla Lilies in the lower left, and what seems to be a painting of Abraham Lincoln, or a Mexican equivalent, and then Elvis Presley, or an Elvis impersonator, or maybe El Vez the great and wonderful. At the table, within reach of the guacamole, is St. Mother Teresa. How could the food not be good if Mother Teresa eats there? The dogs, I suspect, are family dogs. If I could add the smell that wafts into the parking lot, and show you twenty people outside waiting to get in, you might understand why everyone, or almost everyone, in this picture looks so well fed and happy.