I can’t wait to take my son to the new Minero now housed in McCrady’s former gallery event space where I held my wedding reception six years ago. It’ll be a pico-fragranced walk down memory lane. My husband and I will reminisce about our first dance as queso fundido runs down our fingers. We’ll get misty-eyed recalling my father’s touching speech as we drain Bloody Marias. And then we’ll share the monster Minero burrito — crema and hoppin’ john spilling down our chins just like the wedding cake we smashed into each other’s faces all those years ago.