We would go to Vera Cruz every Friday night for the strongest margaritas and Mexican Food but once DC and MS moved we lost the mojo. It just was never the same and frankly despite a pretty regular crowd, we still don’t go. It was one of the pioneer restaurants and really marked a time in our Dallas life. We were regularly 6 and followed dinner with a dance off at one of our homes – listening to music and letting the week roll off us. It was a special time and special place and eased our transition from our beloved Laguna to Dallas.