Super Loco
I've just noticed a proliferation of Mexican restaurants on our little island. Not that any spawn of the Latin American movement was of personal significance, really, as I've never really been a fan of Mexican fare (they add cilantro in every-freaking-thing!). But I'll readily admit that I haven't ever had truly honest-to-goodness authentic Mexican food...so maybe I haven't given Mexican cuisine a fair shake. Until we came across Super Loco , sister restaurant to Duxton Hill resident Lucha Loco. We were at Robertson Quay and in desperate need of sustenance. Super Loco caught our eye, mostly because we were mighty tickled by its moniker, as "loco" also means "crazy". Yes, there's a part of me, that infantile, forever-Peter Pan part of me who laughs at childish things such as this. I'm glad our immature selves led us to Super Loco , as dinner turned out a fantastic immersion in Mexican grub. The open-air bistro is casual and breezy, in