What a sobering place to visit on a Saturday night. Around every corner you will find a pregnant Mexican woman with at least a half a dozen kids trailing her. In the next isle is the womanís husband with his fly down looking at the latest goods by FUBU and other black related clothing. By the time you finally get to the cash register you will spend the next half hour staring at stale packages of candy while the immigrant cashier tries to rip open a package of quarters for change. Mexicans donít believe in credit cards. They do however like to draw pictures of penises on the bathroom wall.