I ate at Johnny Mango’s. In my complicated inner ratio of quantity and taste versus price they score very highly. It also helped that I’d not had much to eat beforehand. I plowed through my plate like those dogs in kibble commercials. Well, maybe not that bad. I got the Mushroom, Tomato, Garlic Burrito Big Plate and we had fried plantains for our appetizer. The whole meal was what my friend Macalister was talking about last week, a quest for the perfect bite. I’m sure I’ll head back there sometime, most likely on a night not quite so busy.