By some horrible accident I ended up in the purgatory where Rt. 1, Rt. 9 and the Turnpike all mush together and ended up at this Mexican/Cajun version of what you might find at a theme park, or maybe an airport. At 1:00pm on a Sunday. There were hundreds of people there. Hundreds of chip eating, blackened chicken wrapping, green syrup with a dash of tequila swilling Sunday shoppers. The wait was 45 mins, the guy at the desk said the line wrapped around the building waiting for them to open. They stood there in the cold, waiting for quesadillas and taco salads. Hundreds of people, you couldn't walk through the bar. The food was cheap and rather fast, and not really disgusting, but I'm still agog at the sheer mass of humanity that descended upon this armpit of New Jersey on a Sunday afternoon. Cha-ching.