If I'm hanging out in West L.A., and if it's after 10 p.m., we usually have only one food option: Cinco de Mayo. They're open 24 hours and they serve pretty good food there. And the tacos are way better than that other place around the corner (*cough* Tito's *cough*).
After playing basketball late one day, we were hanging out at the apartment debating places to eat. Several hours later, we only had the one option, so we headed over.
There's a certain hour after which Cinco de Mayo gets especially busy. I don't know of any clubs in the area, but those are the types of people that show up. However this time, instead of just clubbers, Coolio and his posse showed up. This was fairly recently, so it was present-day Coolio, not "Fantastic Voyage" Coolio or even "1, 2, 3, 4" Coolio. They ordered their food, and after they got it, they bounced.
I was a little surprised, as like Busta Rhymes, he's a pretty big dude. In some ways, Coolio is like the cracked out weaselly version of Busta, which is saying a lot.
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