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[gentle piano music]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[uptempo instrumental music]

- Once the lamb has hung out

in the perforated
holder for 10 hours,

we wanna remove the
meat from the bone.

Keep the broth, though.

We're gonna need it in a sec.

I swear on my
daughter, mis amigos.

In a stock pot,

we want to combine the lamb,

the roasted trumpet
mushrooms, guajillo puree

And yes, just like I promised,

that beautiful broth,

bring that to a simmer.

And then season with sea
salt and chile de arbol.

Let that mixture cool,

so it solidifies a bit.

And then we're going to
make little Navidad presents

one by one,

we take our masa,

and some of our
beautiful lamb sauce,

[dish clanks]
and we wrap it up.

[triumphant instrumental music]

And we put it in a pot to steam
for about 20 to 30 minutes.

[triumphant instrumental
music continues]

They come out like this.

I recommend a little
crumbled queso fresco

and some fresh cilantro.

[uptempo instrumental music]

Delicioso.

[Adela grunts]

[plate clatters]

And that is how you get my
lamb tamale all over your face.

Thanks for tuning into

another episode of "Adela
Romero's Alta Cocina".

Until next time, adios.

- And cut.

And that's a season wrap.

[crowd cheers]

Great job, Adela.

- Thank you.

You mind if we...

- All yours, all yours.

- See you at the wrap party.

- Bye.
[dishes clanking]

- [Matius] Adela, wait!

- Not now, Matius.

Fabiola's soccer game is at six.

- [Matius] Did you forget about

your interview with
the food writer?

- [sighs] No.

Can I take it in the car?

- No, it's a video call.

They're doing it
for social media.

- Tell them we'll reschedule.

- It's for your hometown paper.

- Aren't you supposed
to make my life easier?

[band plays upbeat tune]

[indistinct chattering]

- Fabi!

- Abuela?

You're here.

- I wouldn't miss your
championship game,

and I'll any excuse to my nieta.

- Where's mom?

- Oh, she's on her way.

She just text me.

- [Coach] Fabiola, come on.

- I better get going.

- !¡Buena suerte!

[indistinct chattering]

[footsteps pattering]

[phone rings]

[footsteps continue pattering]

[phone continues ringing]

[phone beeps on]

- Hello?

Hello?
- Hi.

- Adela Romero, it's
nice to see you.

David Agraponte,
food reporter for the

"San Antonio Telegram".

- Hi, David.

It's nice to meet you.

- Yeah, we actually met
a very long time ago.

Anyway, I'd doubt you remember.

[David clears throat]

It's a pleasure for
me to speak with

one of San Antonio's
most esteemed chefs.

- Thank you.

It's always a pleasure
to speak with someone

from my hometown.

- Okay, so let's
talk "Alta Cocina".

I hear you just
wrapped another season.

Congratulations.

- Yes, and it's my
favorite one yet.

- So you began your career
in the humble kitchens

around San Antonio, am I right?

- It sounds like you've
done your research.

- But your dishes
do little to honor

the city's rich food traditions.

Rather, as the name implies,

"Alta Cocina" is for the rich.

[dramatic instrumental music]
Would you agree?

- Yes.

I mean...

Wait, what?

- You've become
increasingly out of touch

with your mainstream audience.

'Cause on recent episodes,

you made bluefin tuna ceviche,

Kobe beef empanadas,

truffle huevos rancheros.

- Yes.

- I'd have to fly overseas to
get some of the ingredients.

- Okay, so maybe not
everyone can find

Japanese beef at
the supermarket.

- [chuckles] You know,
on your first serious,

"Adela's Kitchen",
here in San Antonio,

you featured simple,
delicious recipes.

Have you forgotten
where you came from?

- No, I haven't.

The network comes up with
a lot of the ideas, not me.

And-
- So you're saying,

that the recipes on
the show aren't yours?

- You didn't let me finish.

- [David] I'm sorry, go ahead.

- Hey, David.

Matius Grossman here,
Adela's manager.

Let's skip this one.

Why don't you ask her about
her favorite foods instead?

- I can handle the
questions, Matius.

I stand behind what I
make at "Alta Cocina".

Maybe the food isn't for
the average home chef,

but cooking fancy food

has always made for
good entertainment.

- You're saying, you
consider yourself

more of an entertainer
than a chef?

- Absolutely not.

Cooking is my first love,

and it always will be!

- Then why are you using the
network's executive recipes

instead of your own?

- [Matius] Okay, that's enough.

Adela has another appointment.

- Alright, thank you
for your time, Adela.

- Well, that was-
- My worst interview ever.

- No, come on.

- Who does he think he is?

- Hey, don't listen to him.

You're killing it out there.

- Thank you.

I gotta go.

[footsteps departing]

[uptempo instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

[gentle instrumental music]

[uptempo instrumental music]

Come on!

[horns honking]

[Adela exhales loudly]

[horn honks]

[uptempo instrumental
music continues]

[Adela exhales loudly]

- Go!
[crowd cheers]

[ball thuds]

- Go, go, go!

[ball thuds]

[crowd cheers]

[ball thuds]

[net swooshing]

[crowd roars]

[triumphant instrumental music]

[whistle trills]

[crowd cheers]

[triumphant instrumental
music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

Fabi!

[Fabiola giggles]
Yeah!

You won the game!

- I had an assist, Abuela.

- Oh, and she's humble too!

You're a star,

and I'm so proud of you!

[Fabiola giggles]
- Fabi!

Baby, I'm so sorry.
[Soccorro gasps]

here was traffic.

I got here as fast as I could.

But hey, you won!

You worked so hard this season.

- How would you know?

- [Soccorro] Fabi.

- You said you'd be here.

- I tried.

I really did, but it was work.

- It's always work.

- Let's celebrate, you,
me, Abuela, your friends.

You pick the place.

- [Fabiola] I just
wanna go home.

[somber instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering]

[somber instrumental
music continues]

- [Adela] I had a
last minute interview

after the show today.

It was just awful.

- That's too bad.

[dish clanks]

Why don't Matius don't anything?

[dish clanks]
- I don't know.

It was-
- Can I be excused?

- I have some homemade ice cream

from that new place
in Silver Lake.

- No, thanks, I'm pretty tired.

- Okay.

Goodnight.

- Buenas noches.
- Goodnight.

[somber instrumental music]
[footsteps departing]

- I'll have some
of that ice cream.

Sit down.

I'll get it.

[dishes rattle]

[freezer door thuds]

- I'm blowing this whole
single parenting thing.

- No, you are not.

You are doing the best you can.

- [Adela] Mauricio would
have known what to do.

- [scoffs] Mauricio loved
you with all his heart,

so do I, and so does Fabi.

You are worrying too much, mija.

- I'm not sure if
Fabi sees it that way.

- Remember, she's
a teenager now.

- [Adela] I know, I know.

- [Soccorro] The
summer in San Antonio

is just what you both need.

- She's excited.

- Et tu?

- Honestly, going back without
Mauricio won't be easy.

- I know, but trying
to avoid your memories

isn't easy either.

It's been three years,

and as difficult as it is,

life has to go on.

- I'm excited to see the
new renovations at Romero's.

The pictures look great.

- It was all my
niece, Sandra's, idea.

She thinks the new look
will bring in new business.

- Has it?

- Mm-mmm, not yet.

- I'm sure it will.

- Mmm.
[spoon clanks]

Mmm, this is really good!

- [Adela] Mm-hmm.

[uptempo instrumental music]

- I can't believe we're
spending the whole summer here!

- I can't believe the humidity.

- Oh, please!

It's better than LA.

All that nasty smog.

- I wanna go to the Alamo,

and I wanna go to
the River Walk.

Oh, and I really
wanna go to Six Flags.

- Soccorro, stop!

- What is it?

- It's Taco Rapidos.

- Yes, Taco Rapidos!

[gentle instrumental music]

[Male speaks in Spanish]

- Two carnitas tacos, two tinga
de pollo tacos, two Cokes,

and for me, three lengua tacos,

and a watermelon aguas frescas.

- That's exactly what I ordered.

Oh, no.

[quirky instrumental music]
- It's you,

the food writer.

- My name is David, actually.

- You ambushed me.

- I wouldn't say ambushed.

I asked a few
challenging questions.

- Your questions
sent me spiraling

into an existential crisis.

- That's why you're
here at Tacos Rapidos?

- Not exactly.

- You know, I'm surprised
you'd be caught dead

at a place like this.

- Clearly you don't
know me very well.

- Ma'am?

Señorita, you're
holding up the line.

- Keep the change.

As always, it was a pleasure.

[dramatic instrumental music]

- [David] I'll have the
exact same thing, man.

- Who were you talking to, Mom?

- No one.

- You better get used to
being recognized around here.

[paper crinkles]

[gentle instrumental music]

- [sighs] That was
worth the trip.

[Fabiola giggles]
- Yeah.

[Adela moans]

[mellow instrumental music]

[brakes squeaking]

[Soccorro speaks in Spanish]

Romero's!

- It looks amazing, Abuela.

[mellow instrumental
music continues]

- Yes, there is
[speaks in Spanish]

[footsteps pattering]

- I can't believe it.

I love the colors.

- Oh, it was all Sandra's idea

Yeah, she says, "It
brightens up the place".

- Soccorro, you're back.

- Fabi, do you remember your
father's cousin, Sandra?

- Yeah, hi.
- Hi.

- [Soccorro] What's going on?

It looks like you
swallowed an habanero.

- Manny quit.

- What?

Why?

- Hi, Sandra.

- Hi.

- [Adela] Who's Manny?

- [scoffs] Manuel.

He's our head cook.

I thought you were handling
things while I was gone?

- Everything's been
fine until now, I swear.

- Until now?

- Manny has been in a
bad mood all morning.

He says, we don't
pay him enough.

- Could you afford to
give him a small raise?

- No, and he knows that.

- What are we going to do?

- I can cook while Manny
blows off some steam.

- [Sandra] Soccorro, you
haven't cooked in years.

- It's like riding a bicicleta.

Unless Adela wants to?

- Mom?
- Her?

- Me?

- Ah, for old time's sake.

We really need you.

- What does she know
about diner cooking?

- Adela was the best
cook Romero's ever had.

- Yeah, like a
million years ago.

- Do it, Mom, please?

- Fine, for one night.

[Fabiola giggles]

[indistinct chattering]
[upbeat instrumental music]

It looks the very same as it
did 15 years ago back here.

- We didn't have enough money

to renovate the
whole restaurant.

- So you skimped on the kitchen?

- So you'll pick up
right where you left off.

- These appliances
are older than Fabi.

- [speaks in Spanish] I'm sorry

it's not some fancy TV kitchen.

- Está bien, está bien.

- I can wash dishes.

- Oh, great!

[Fabiola giggles]

[knife clacks]

[uplifting instrumental music]

[grill sizzling]

[uplifting instrumental
music continues]

[dishes clanking]

[plate thuds]
[ticket rustles]

[grill sizzling]
- I haven't moved this fast

in a long time.

[uplifting instrumental
music continues]

Just like the old days.
[dishes clank]

[bell dings]
Order up!

[uplifting instrumental
music continues]

[water splashing]
[pot clanks]

[water continues splashing]

More lettuce and tomato.

- How is it going in there?

- Oh, just like
riding a bicicleta.

Luckily, it was a slow night.

- Well, they are all
pretty slow these days.

- The customer wants to know
what you put on these tacos?

- It's microgreens.

- Adela, our customers
aren't used to fancy food.

- Micro Cilantro isn't fancy.

It's a simple way to make
the food taste better.

- Mmm.

[uptempo instrumental music]

[car door clatters open]

[car doors slam shut]

[trunk clatters open]

[footsteps pattering]

Thanks for helping out today.

It was nice having
you back, girls.

Come on, let's go!

[trunk slams shut]

[footsteps pattering]

[mellow instrumental music]

Honey, I'm home!

Ruby?

[dog pants heavily]

[Fabiola giggles]
Oh, I missed you.

I love you.
[Fabiola continues giggling]

I love you Cocomo.

My neighbor comes and takes
care of her when I'm gone.

Beauty, I missed you.

[Fabiola giggles]
[Soccorro smooching]

[door clatters open]

[dramatic instrumental music]

- [Adela] Mauricio's room.

- Well, you can swap
with Fabi, if you want?

- I'm fine.

Thanks.

- Towels are in the hall closet.

Buenas noches.
- Night.

[gentle instrumental music]

[picture frame clatters]

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

[Adela sighs]

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

[phone rings]

Hey, Matius.

It's late.

- [Matius] Are you sitting down?

- I was lying down
until you called.

- I just got off the phone
with the executives at Gurumun,

and they're eyeing
you for a new series.

- Really?

- Yes, it's a summer
series working with

the world's best chefs.

- [Adela] I'm listening.

- You will be traveling to
cities all around Europe.

- You're serious?

- And the shooting is scheduled

with no conflict
with "Alta Cocina".

You're gonna have
two shows in Gurumun.

This is huge.

- [gasps] I'm in.

- It's a 12 week shoot.

They expect you in
London in about 10 days.

- Wait, you said
a summer series,

as in this summer?

- [Matius] Yes.

- Matius, you know I'm
supposed to spend the summer

in San Antonio with my family.

Fabi's gonna be devastated.

- Do you know what
a summer in Europe

could do for her in
the soccer field?

She can play with the
best of the best there.

- You wanna explain
that to Fabi?

She already thinks I'm the
worst mom in the world.

- She's a teenager.

Of course she thinks that.

- [sighs] I can't accept the job

without Fabi being on board.

- Well, talk to her,

but the network needs an answer.

Can you let me know by tomorrow?

I really want you to have this.

- Okay, I'll talk to her,

and I'll let you know.

[phone beeps off]

[dramatic instrumental music]

[melancholic instrumental music]

[chips clattering]

[pan sizzling]

[dish clanks]

- Adela, qué pasa?

I was about to
cook you breakfast.

- I wanted to.

Sit, sit!

Not you, Ruby.

[dish softly thuds]

Morning, Fabi.

- Morning.

Morning.

- Your favorites,

agua de jamaica, chilaquiles,
huevos rancheros.

[liquid sloshing]
- Why?

- Just to celebrate the summer.

Eat, eat!

[Soccorro moans]
[Adela giggles]

[Fabiola laughs]

So I have some big news.

Last night, I got
a call from Matius,

and it turns out,

that the network wants me
to host another TV show.

- Oh, congratulations!
- Good job, Mom!

- I'd be working with chefs
from all over the world,

and we get to spend
the summer in Europe.

- Europe?

But you said we spend
the whole summer here?

- I know, baby,

but this is a major
opportunity for me.

For both of us.

You could go to
soccer camp in Europe.

Wouldn't that be cool?

[somber instrumental music]

Fabi, wait!

[somber instrumental
music continues]

I know this isn't how we
planned to spend our summer,

but it's what I do.

It's work.
- It's always work.

You never stop working.

We've been planning this
trip for a whole year.

We haven't been here since...

Since dad died.

- I didn't give
Matius an answer.

I want us to make this
decision together.

- Okay, then, I don't wanna go.

I wanna stay here.

- But you could see the world.

- I don't wanna go.

- At your age, all
I ever wanted to do

was get out of San Antonio.

- Not me.

- Where are you going?

- To the park.

I don't need to go to
Europe to play soccer.

[Adela sighs loudly]

[somber instrumental
music continues]

[utensil clanks]

- Let me guess,

she doesn't wanna go?

- She'll come around.

I don't have to leave for
Europe for another 10 days.

- Adela, what if you
turned the job down?

- Not you too?

- Nevermind, I'm sure
you know what's best.

- This is a big
opportunity, Soccorro.

My own international
cooking show.

I could be the Latina
Anthony Bourdain.

- Well, good luck
changing Fabi's mind.

She's just as stubborn
as both of us!

- Did you hear from Manny?

- Oh!

He said he's not coming back.

- What are you gonna do?

- We're closed today,

but I need to find
someone quick.

- I'll fill in again.

- No, no, I can't
ask you to do that.

You're on vacation!

- It was kinda nice
being back there.

- Mmm, a few more
days in San Antonio,

and you'll forget all
about Europe [chuckles].

I'm going grocery shopping

if you and Fabi want to join me.

- Okay, but can we
change it up a bit?

- Change what up?

- Let's buy local.

- No.
- I'm sure there's

a farmer's market nearby.

- I can't afford to buy there!

- I'll buy the
groceries this week.

- Out of the question.

- I just wanna show
you the difference

fresh ingredients make.

You said the business
wasn't doing well

and the renovations
weren't working,

maybe better food will?

Just try it.

[Adela scoffs]
- Fine.

We'll try it.

But just because they
are more expensive,

doesn't mean they
are better, okay?

[mellow pop music]

♪ The sunny day is bringin' in
a little bit of summer love ♪

- This is amazing, isn't it?

♪ And I can't stop smiling

♪ I don't know

- Don't you notice
the difference?

Eat it.

- Not before washing it, niña.

- Okay.

♪ I wanna take it all in

- Mmm, try this.

♪ So bring it in

- Taste how juicy it is.

When was the last time
you had a melon like that?

- It's really good.

- I had better.

- Soccorro?

- Está Bien it's good.

But maybe our customers
won't like it?

- You're right, they'll love it.

Trust me.

I'm Romero's top chef.

♪ Jumpin' all around, yeah

♪ Oohh

♪ I'm smilin', smilin'

♪ And I don't know why
- Gracias.

♪ Like a butterfly

[indistinct chattering]

- Do you need some help?
- Sure.

[dramatic instrumental music]

It's you?

- It's David.

You need a hand?
- No.

Thanks, I'm good.

[baskets clatter]

Fine.

- What's this, a light snack?

- If you must know,

it's actually for my
mother-in-law's restaurant.

- Romero's.

- Yeah, you heard of it?

- [David] I'm a regular.

- You?

Don't get me wrong, I love it,

but it's not fancy food.

- Stop in for Romero's
famous elote once a week.

- Interesting.

- You thought I was
pretentious, didn't you?

- Actually, I haven't
thought about you at all.

So do you have any
recommendations while I'm here?

I wanna know where not to go.

- Yep, my friend,
Julio, frescas stand.

I recommend you go there.

- Perfect.

I won't.

- Especially when
you consider how mild

the summer weather is here,

nothing like not having a
cold, refreshing agua de melón,

yeah, right about now.

- I'm really
starting to hate you.

Okay, I want one.

- You won't regret it.

And Julio, he's one
of your biggest fans.

I don't know why, really.

Just kidding.

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

Hey, Julio.

Look who I found.

[glasses clank]

- Adela Romero, dios mío.

I thought David was joking

when he said he
saw you yesterday.

What are you doing
here in San Antonio?

- Visiting my family.

- I can't believe
you're here with David

after the way he went after
you in that interview.

- Oh, I'm not with him.

You saw the video?

- Me and the rest
of the San Antonio.

- Fantástico.

- Come on, it wasn't that bad.

It just got a little heated.

It was a good interview.

- For you.

- An [speaks in
Spanish] will make

all your troubles
go away, I promise.

I source the fruit from
my sister's husband.

He owns an organic
farm outside the city.

[Adela slurps]

- Wow, it's perfect!

The flavors are so bright.

- David, pinch me.

[Julio speaks indistinctly]

Ow!
- How much?

- It's my treat.

Consider it an apology.

[Adela slurps]

- I have to get going.

It was nice to meet you, Julio.

- The pleasure was all mine.

- See you around?

[footsteps departing]

Think that was a yes?

- No.

[gentle instrumental music]

- Tell me what you think.

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

- Stop looking at me like that.

It's better, okay?

But I can't afford to

shop at the farmer's
market every week.

- What if you move things
around with the budget?

- Mm-mmm.

There is nothing to move.

I've actually been
thinking of selling.

- What?
- What?

[Soccorro sighs]

- This was our dream,

to open a restaurant in America,

to have a legacy for our family,

but I'm too old to breathe
new life into this place,

and there are realtors
willing to pay

a nice price for the property.

- Romero's is more
than just a property.

Mauricio and I met here.

Fabi grew up here.

- You can't sell it, Abuela.

- With business so bad,

it's too much of a burden.

- I can do more than just
help you in the kitchen.

What if I help you reinvent
the menu, update it?

Romero's been making the same
thing for the past 30 years.

It might be time.

- I don't know, Adela.

- She's right, Abuela.

- Well, I guess things
can't get any worse.

[Fabiola giggles]
- That's the spirit.

[uptempo Spanish music]

[Sandra speaks in Spanish]

Try this, Sandra.
[dish clanks]

- But I need the burrito.

- Try it, Sandra.

[uptempo Spanish
music continues]

- What is this, lamb?

- What do you think?

[fork clanks]

- It's good,

but this is Romero's.

We can't serve lamb.

And I still need the burrito.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Romero's is for working class.

No fancy, mi hija.

- Can you meet me halfway?

- [speaks in Spanish],
lamb isn't halfway.

- It's expensive.

- I appreciate your feedback.

[dish clanks]
Here's your burrito.

[phone chimes]

[upbeat Spanish music]

[bag crinkles]
[indistinct chattering]

- Thanks, Patrick.

- Back at ya, Sandra.

Soccorro, hey!

How are you?

- Oh, if it isn't my
favorite work neighbor?

You know, I haven't
seen you for a while.

You must be too
busy pumping iron?

- [laughs] Actually, the
gym's been busy lately.

My son finished up in the Army,

so I'm getting him
settled over there.

I'm handing over the
keys to him soon.

- No!

What, you're retiring?

- Yep.

I've got some good years left,

and with Patrick Jr. home,

it seems like the right
time to call it quits.

- [sighs] Retirement.

What I wouldn't give for a
little rest and relaxation.

- You ever consider
hangin' up your apron?

- Just every day.

[laughs] But I think I'll
run Romero's till I drop.

If we're lucky enough
to stay in business.

- Well, I'll certainly do my
best to keep the lights on.

You'll probably be seeing a
lot more of me once I retire.

- Looking forward to it.

- See you later, ladies.

- [Sandra] Bye, Patrick.

- Bye.

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

- [David] Hey, guys.

- [Sandra] Hi, David.

- David, how are you?

[smooching]

Come for elote?

- You know me too well.

But I was hoping you could help
me find an ex cook of yours.

- Oh, you mean Adela?

Adela, come out here
a second, please!

- She's here?

- Sí, she's working for me.

- Oh, okay.

- [Soccorro] Adela?

- [Matius] You were supposed
to call me yesterday

with an answer.

The network is
breathing down my neck.

- I know, Matius.

I'm sorry, but Fabi doesn't
wanna leave San Antonio.

- Oh, you can't pass on
this massive opportunity.

- She blew up at me

when I tried to pitch
her a summer in Europe,

which is why I need more time.

- You know what?

Me doing the hard to get thing

may actually work in our favor

when we negotiate your contract.

- No, if we negotiate
the contract.

It's up to Fabi.

- She's gonna love Europe,

I guarantee it.

Just tell her about all
the cute boys on Vespas.

- Fabi isn't riding a Vespa,

especially not with a boy.

- Mom?

Abuela says you have a visitor.

[somber instrumental music]

[upbeat quirky music]

- You know, I thought you
TV chefs made the big bucks?

- What are you doing here?

- Nice to see you too.

- All right, un minuto.

Is David who you
keep running into?

Why you didn't say something?

David is practically family.

- Wait, you two know each other?

- Adela, don't you
remember David?

He worked here
back when you did.

- [Adela] What?

- I was a line cook one summer.

Like I said in our interview,

I doubt you remember me.

- Interview?

- I'll show you the video later.

- It's coming back to me.

You're Davy!

Your hair was longer,

and your face was-
- Yeah, I know!

Luckily, I grew out of
both those things, okay?

So...

- You used to be
so sweet and quiet.

You grew out of that too.

So Davy, what is it that
you wanted, besides elote?

- [sighs] Well, I hoping
I could profile you

for "The Telegram"?

The interview got a
ton of play online,

and when I mentioned
bumping into you,

my editor was interested
in a follow-up piece.

- Tell your editor, the
answer is a big fat no.

- Adela, don't be so rude.

- He trashed "Alta Cocina"!

Do you have any idea
how hard I had to work

to get that show?

- This could be a great
chance to explain yourself

in your own words.

- She'll do it.

- Fabi?

- And who's this?

- She's my daughter, Fabiola.

- Mom, do the interview.

It's free press for Romero's.

- She has a point.

I like her.

- You stay out of this!

How did you get so smart?

[Fabiola laughs]

Fine. When?

- Tomorrow, Riverwalk, 3:00 PM?

- It's a date.

You know what I mean.

I'll be there.

- Great.

I look forward to it.

[David speaks in Spanish]

- Oh!

[uptempo instrumental music]

- [David] Were you
born in San Antonio?

- [Adela] Why are you asking
me things you already know?

- [David] Humor me.

- [Adela] San Antonio
born and raised.

- [David] How do you
get into cooking?

- My mom left when I was young,

so I started helping my
dad with the cooking.

He died from cancer my
last year of high school.

Rolo Romero, the original
owner of Romero's,

hired me as a line cook.

That was my culinary school,

and so much more.

- What do you mean,
"so much more"?

- Everything good in my
life has come from Romero's.

I worked there for
almost 10 years.

It's where I fell in love
with my husband, Mauricio.

Rolo and Soccorro, his
wife, became my family.

It was because of
our success there

that I started
doing segments for

"San Antonio in the Morning",
then the local show,

then "Alta Cocina".

- Okay, so what's
happening at Romero's now?

Are you just pitching
in while you're home,

or is it more?

- I'm working on a new menu,

the old favorites, but
with some new twists,

not to mention,
better ingredients.

- [chuckles] So how
about a sneak peek

of any of the new dishes?

- Not just yet.

I'm still in the
experimentation phase,

but don't write that.

- No, I'll write something like,

"She was coy with her response".

- Coy?

That's good.

A lot better than
she has no clue.

- Can you talk to me about
the food a little bit, hmm?

I'm sure you've kicked
around a few ideas.

- I wanna show San Antonio

what I've learned in
LA the last five years,

but keep the low price point.

Romero's been around
for three decades,

but I wanna make the city
see us with new eyes,

to fall in love all over again.

[gentle instrumental music]

- Yeah, I think
that's all I need.

[David clears throat]

- When will you run the story?

- Probably in the next
few days, you know?

Do you think the new menu
will be ready by then?

- It's not impossible.

- I have a good feeling.

- A good feeling, huh?

Coming from the guy who
said, "I was out of touch".

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

Sorry about that.

- What makes you such
an expert anyway?

Have you worked anywhere
besides Romero's?

- Oh, you know,
Romero's was my first

and only experience in
the restaurant business.

Just watching you
command that kitchen

made me realize I just didn't
have it in me to be a chef.

I'm a lot better at eating
food than cookin' it.

I wrote for food and wine
magazines right after school.

But then one fall, I came
home just to visit my parents,

and found myself more inspired
by the food scene here.

And as long as I'm
being honest here,

I have a confession to make.

I was a big fan of your first
show, "Adela's Kitchen".

I saw every episode.
- Really?

Tell me more.

[both laughing]

- The food you made
was simple and tasty,

with a lot of local influence.

As a matter of fact, I was
able to make it at home

without totally messing up, so.

- Also...

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

- Also?

- [sighs] Also, I always
had a big crush on you

going back to the
Romero's days, so.

So yeah, there's that.

- Oh, well, that's...

I gotta go.

[Adela gasps]

- I'm so sorry.

- Oh, no, it's my fault.

- It's okay.
- Here, I have a napkin.

- This is great, thank you.

Yeah, it's okay, no problem.

- Way to go, Todd.

- Here, allow me.

You have ice cream on your nose.

[gentle instrumental music]

I'm sorry, Adela.

I shouldn't have said that.

- Oh, you're fine.

- And now, I'm in the
mood for ice cream.

How 'bout you?

- Always.

- Okay.

- [Adela] If this
doesn't take care of

your false ideas about me,

I don't know what will.

- [David] You're right.

You're much more down to
earth than what I thought.

- [Adela] Down to earth?

Is that good?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

I have a reading this weekend.

My first book is
being published.

It's about the history
of TexMex cooking.

- Davy has a book out, wow!

- Yeah, well...

I am not the best
public speaker.

[exhales loudly] Actually,
it sort of terrifies me.

But anyways, afterwards,
there's gonna be a little party,

great food, good music.

It's gonna be fun.

You should come.

- I have to see what's going
on at Romero's, but maybe.

- Cool.

Maybe.

[mellow instrumental music]

[ball thuds]

[mellow instrumental
music continues]

- [Brandon] You mind?

Nice kick.

- Thanks.

But you know you're not supposed
to use your hands, right?

- I'm the goalie.

- Oh, then nice catch.

- [Brandon] I saw you
play the other day.

You're pretty good.

- Thanks.

You can play with us
some time, if you want?

- Yeah, maybe.

- Hey, Brandon,
- Hey, Brandon!

- come back here.

- I better-
- Later.

- Come on.
- Come on, Brandon.

- [Adela] Fabi, hey.

- What do you want?

Are you gonna try and convince
me to go to Europe again?

- No, but I wish you'd
be more open-minded.

- Why do I have
to be open-minded?

Why don't you?

- I'm gonna go home

and work on some new
recipes for the menu.

Walk with me?

[phone chimes]

[gentle instrumental music]

[food softly clattering]

- Dinner time!

- [Adela] Soccorro?

I thought you'd be at Romero's.

- Oh, the dinner rush is over,

so I turned things
over to Sandra

and the prep cook for the night.

I want to hear all
about the interview.

- It was nice.

Did you do know
that David wrote for

food and wine magazines in New
York before "The Telegram"?

- Yes.

Hint!

- He invited me
to a book reading.

He wrote a book.

Did you know that?

- Oh, mi hija,

that interview sounds
more like a date.

- Qué?

No, I'm just-
[Soccorro laughs]

- I just want to know

if he's gonna write something
nice about Romero's?

We need the press.

- I told him as many
nice things as I could.

Davy...

I mean, David said the article

will probably run in a few days.

- So are you going
to his reading?

- What?

- His reading?

You said he invited
you to his reading.

- Oh, I don't know.

I'm gonna be busy at Romero's.

- Ah, come on.

I'm not that old,
and you're not busy.

[gentle instrumental music]

- Is Ruby eating
my lamb tamales?

- Is she?

- Chicharrón nachos,
jackfruit tacos,

kale and artichoke guacamole,

and pork belly tamales,

all twists on
Romero's favorites,

and all possible
within our budget.

- Pork belly tamales.

- It looks really good.

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

- Well, what do you think?

- It's really good.

- You don't see me
giving it to Ruby.

Uh-uh.

[uptempo music plays in Spanish]

[dish clanks]

[indistinct chattering]

[dish softly thuds]

[bowl clanks]

Oh, Patrick!

Back so soon?

- [chuckles] I read
that "Telegram" article,

like everyone else
in here, apparently.

- I had it framed.

- [sighs] You're
somethin' else, Soccorro.

- Well thanks to Adela.

- Adela?

It's you who's been
keeping this place going

all these years.

So you think Adela's
gonna take over,

and let you retire?

- Why are you so interested
in my retirement?

- Well, I just thought,

maybe, if you had
more free time,

you and I could get together,
outside of work, I mean?

- I don't need to
retire for that.

[clears throat] So what
it's gonna be, bean burrito?

- Actually, I wanna try
the especiales Adela.

- Which one?

- All of 'em.

- Okay, I'll get it for you.

[pot clanks]

[utensil clangs]

One take out order
with all the specials.

- Can you believe
all these customers?

- The article came
out yesterday.

Let's just wait and see how
that line looks next week.

- I know, I know,

but still, it's
exciting, isn't it?

People really like
the new dishes.

- I don't like how much
you're spending on groceries.

If this plan doesn't pan out,

we're gonna have a big problem.

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

- Thank you.

[mellow instrumental music]

- Oh, Adela!

Look who's here!

[mellow instrumental
music continues]

[chair clatters]

Get him all the specials.

From now on, David
eats on the house.

- Oh, [laughs] thanks, Soccorro,

but I'm pretty sure
that would violate

my journalistic integrity.

- Mmm, suit yourself.

I do wanna try the
especiales, but I'm paying.

- What about your beloved elote?

- [David] Well, yeah,
obviously, I'm getting that too.

[sauce gushing]
[dramatic instrumental music]

[upbeat quirky music]

- You must have a
lot of fans, Davy?

There must have been
half of San Antonio here

in the past two days.

- They're your fans.

I just wrote the article.

[pan sizzling]

[pan clangs]
So I was wondering,

you know, my reading
is in a couple of days.

- The reading, right.

I don't know.

It's very hectic here.

- It'd only be an
hour or so, you know?

Most of my friends are chefs,

so it's gotta be in
the mid-afternoon,

that's between lunch and dinner.

- That's helpful.

- Right.

It's my first book reading,

and I hate public speaking.

I'm really-
[knife thuds]

I'm really nervous.

- Just act confident,

whether you're
feeling it or not.

- Right, yeah, I'll
keep that in mind.

- I can't make any promises.

Romero's my top
priority right now.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Say no more.

It's okay.

- This is on the house.

I won't tell anyone.

- Journalistic
integrity, remember?

[gentle instrumental music]

I do wanna try a bite, though.

[box rustles open]

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

Oh, man.

- As good as the elote?

- Even better.

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

Take care, Adela.

- You too, David.

[gentle instrumental
music swells]

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

- Adela, I was thinking,

what about a little
celebration tonight

in honor of all the success?

- I'd say that Sandra
was right earlier,

we probably shouldn't count
our tamales before they cook.

- Oh, stop.

I never burnt a
tamale in my life,

and besides that,

if we are just the
flavor of the week,

it doesn't mean it's
not worth a fiesta.

Sandra, Fabi!

We are celebrating
tonight at my house.

- I'm game.

- I'm in.

- Adela?

- Let's do it!

OÓrale!

[uptempo instrumental music]

[phone buzzing]

Matius, hey.

- Hey?

Hey?

I don't hear from you in days,

and all I get is a hey?

- I've been busy.

- [Matius] The network
is tired of waiting.

They need an answer.

- I don't have one.

- Do you know how
many people would kill

for the position
you're in right now?

- I know, and I wanna say yes,

but family comes first.

- [Soccorro] Adela,
are you coming?

- I gotta go.

Bye.

[phone beeps off]

- [Soccorro] She's filing paper.

Secretary.

- [Fabiola] No, no, she's
scratching records, DJing.

- Are you swimming?

It's swimming!

- [groans] The word was chef.

I was cooking.

- No [laughs], that
was not cooking.

You should spend more time
in the kitchen, Sandra.

[all laughing]

Okay, who's next?
[Soccorro claps hands]

- Mom, you're next.

- Okay, I hope you're better
than Sandra [chuckles].

- I don't remember the last
time we did this together.

- At the going away party
- Oh, yes.

- before we moved to LA.

Dad loved charades.

- He should be the one
with a career in Hollywood.

- I wouldn't argue with that.

- I do remember you
being pretty bad.

- Yeah, she was.
[Soccorro laughs]

No, but...

But Dad always knew
you were acting out.

It's like they had a
psychic connection.

- Ooh.
[Fabiola laughs]

- It was a really fun party.

- Yeah.

- [clears throat] Okay.

[sighs] This is a tough one.

- [scoffs] She always says that.

[all laughing]

- Okay.

- Okay, Set the timer.

- And...
[timer ticking]

Go!

[mellow instrumental music]

- Dolphin, dolphin,
she's a dolphin!

- Wave?
- Swim?

[mellow instrumental
music continues]

- A mermaid?
- No, no-

[mellow instrumental
music continues]

[timer dings]

- [scoffs] Riding a wave.

[Sandra and Fabiola groan]

[all laughing]

I know.
- Okay, ladies.

Thank you guys
for a great night.

I'll see you early mañana.

- Okay.
[smooching hand]

Goodnight.

- [Fabiola] Well,
I'm going to bed.

- Okay.

Night night.
- Night.

[footsteps departing]

- She's a sweet girl.

- Yeah, she is.

- Listen, I overheard
you today in the kitchen

talking with David.

Why don't you go to his reading?

- Because we're too busy.

- We'll figure out
a way to cover you.

David did us a big favor.

And besides that,

he's a really nice guy,

and you like him.

- No, I don't.

- Adela, life has to go on.

You cannot live in pain.

- I don't.

- I know you miss my son.

So do I.

But you can't give up on love.

I want you to be happy,

and Mauricio would too.

- I don't know if
I'm ready to move on.

I gotta get some sleep.
[softly smooching]

[Soccorro speaks indistinctly]
Night, Ruby.

- Buenas noches.

[melancholic instrumental music]

[picture frame clatters]

[lamp switch clicks off]

[phone buzzing]

[melancholic instrumental
music continues]

[phone continues buzzing]

[uptempo jazz music]
[indistinct chattering]

- Nice crowd, isn't it?

- Yeah, and have you tried this?

I loved it.

- This is your date, Davy.

You excited?

- Yeah, I guess.

There's more people
here than I expected.

- Hey, how often does
your buddy write a book?

- Yeah.

- The food community
supports you.

You've been a
champion for us all.

We're here to return the favor.

- I appreciate it.

I'm just used to
writing, not speaking.

- You'll be fine.

- [laughs] Thanks.

[David exhales loudly]

[indistinct
chattering continues]

Hi.

Welcome.

Welcome, everyone.

[David sighs]

[footsteps clacking]

[gentle instrumental music]

Well, I think you all know

I'm a lot more comfortable
behind a laptop

than in front of you all,

or even better,

[laughs] behind a plate
at a local restaurant.

[crowd laughs]

No, but seriously.

I'm honored to see
so many friends

from San Antonio's food
community here today.

I'm such a fan of yours,

and it means the world
that you're here.

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

I wanna share
something, a little bit.

Beginning in the 16th century,

the territory is now
defined as Texas and Mexico,

where both were part of
one large Spanish colony.

The colony, in 1821,

and the first Mexican
pirate was born.

[indistinct chattering]

[book thuds shut]

Thank you.

I'm surprised you made it.

- I talked to the boss.

- Well, [laughs] I'm
glad you're here.

- You were great.

I don't know why
you were so nervous.

[David exhales]

How much?

- How about you just plug me
on "Alta Cocina" some time?

- How about you come on
and plug it yourself?

- I don't think I'm
quite ready for TV yet.

No.
- If you say so.

- Adela?

Hey!

- [Adela] Hey, Julio.

- Adela Romero
remembered my name?

[exhales loudly] I
think I'm gonna faint.

Ah!

- You guys, meet Adela.

Adela, this is Bart.

He owns a modern Peruvian
restaurant in downtown.

Helen manages the best
Mezcal bar in San Antonio.

And you and Julio are
obviously acquainted.

- I adore "Alta Cocina".

- Oh, thanks.

- I'm loving the new pork
belly tamale at Romero's.

- Everyone's talking about it.

- I can really taste the
heart of your new dishes.

It's great to see you bring
new life to that place.

- Not to give every cook in
town some more competition.

- Ah, that too!
[Helen laughs]

[both laughing]

- You guys have a really
supportive food scene here.

I'm glad to get reacquainted.

It's so nice to see you all
come together for David.

Well, normally I
never trust a critic,

but David's one
of the good ones.

- I'm finding that out.

- [Helen] Let's go to the bar.

I brought in some great Mezcal.

- Actually, I can't stay.

- Oh.

- My daughter's playing soccer
with a pickup team tonight,

and I wanna watch their game.

- That sounds like fun.

- I'd invite you, but
you have your party.

- Yeah, they can
go on without me.

I'd rather go with you,

and watch some soccer.

- Okay.

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

[upbeat instrumental music]

[crowd cheers in the distance]

[ball thuds]

[whistle trills]

[crowd cheers]

- Go, Fabi!
- Hey, guys.

- Hi!
[crowd applauds]

- Hey.

- I hope we're not too late?

- Oh, no.

We just got here.

Romero's was a zoo again,

all thanks to David.

- Yeah, I'm gonna have to
review los especiales soon.

Everyone's buzzing
about the new tamale.

- Yeah, for now.

- What do you mean?

- Adela's doing a great
job in the kitchen,

but once she leaves,

the customers might too.

- Why, Sandra, don't
be so negative.

Adela set us up for success.

- I really hope you're right.

- Look, Fabi has a breakaway!

- Vamo, Fabi!
- Go, Fabi!

- Let's go!
[crowd applauds]

- Fabi, let's go!
- Let's go, Fabi!

[crowd cheers]

Go, Fabi!
[Sandra laughs]

- You have a very
talented daughter.

- I know.

[indistinct chattering]

[whistle trills]

[crowd cheers]

- [Sandra] Good job, Fabi!

- Ah, way to go!
- Bye, Fabi.

- [Fabiola] Bye.

- You did awesome, baby.
- Thank you.

- You remember Davy?

I mean, David, sorry.
- It's okay.

It was an honor
watching you play.

You're like a young Alex Morgan.

- You know Alex Morgan?

She's my favorite player.

- My little secret.

I love soccer almost
as much as I love food.

[Fabiola laughs]

- We'd better head
home for dinner.

You must be starving, Fabi.

[Fabiola giggles]

- Okay, let's go.

- [Fabiola] Later!

- Later.
- Bye!

[David chuckles]

- Thanks for
inviting me tonight.

- Thanks for ditching your party

for a middle school soccer game.

- [David] No, I had fun.

- Same here.

- Well, goodnight.

- Night.

[gentle instrumental music]

- [Sandra] Goodnight, girls.

- Goodbye!
- Bye!

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

- So did he kiss you?

- Soccorro, it's not like that.

He wanted to watch soccer.

- Are you sure that's all, Mom?

- [Soccorro] Mm-hmm.

[Fabiola giggles]

[footsteps pattering]

[all giggling]

- Adela.

[footsteps continue pattering]

- Matius, what are
you doing here?

- Hey, Fabi.
- Hey.

- This is Matius, my manager.

And this is Soccorro.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

Fabi and I are going
to start dinner, okay?

[footsteps pattering]

- You won't to answer my calls.

- [Adela] You have to
stop pressuring me.

- We'd run out of
time with the network.

- I wanna go to Europe,

but they need me here.

I'm helping out at Romero's.

- Romero's?

Are you working at that
crummy, old diner again?

It's not crummy.

- Adela, you have
a chance to make TV

with the world's greatest chefs.

Gain international recognition.

But here you are
squandering away your time

at that glorified Taco Bell?

- I told you, my
family comes first,

and Fabi doesn't wanna go.

- Well, I need an
answer by tomorrow.

It's either Europe
or San Antonio.

It's up to you.

[somber instrumental music]

- Hey, guys.

We need to have a family
meeting after work.

- What did you decide?

- I told you,

I'm not making any
decisions without you.

I just want the
three of us to talk.

- Sure, mi hija.

[car doors clatter open]

[chips rattling]

- Soccorro?

Soccorro?

- Sorry.

What were you saying?

- You need to review
these resumes.

I placed an ad up
since Mani quit.

I went through all
the applications,

and this is my short list.

- [Adela] There's fresh
avocados in the back.

- Adela might stay.

[pots clanking]

[container thuds]

- She's not going to
give up her TV show

to work in our kitchen.

- You don't know that.

- Neither do you.

We need to keep
looking for someone.

- All right, all right!

[papers rustling]

[papers thud]

[footsteps pattering]

[doors rattling]

[knocks on door]

[heels clacking]

- Hey.

[lock clicks]

- Patrick, we
don't open till 11.

- I wanted one of those pork
belly tamales for breakfast.

I haven't been able to
stop thinking about 'em.

- Sorry, amigo, no can do.

- You don't seem like your
chipper, old self today.

Is everything okay?

- It's nothing.

I'm fine.

[Patrick speaks in Spanish]

[Soccorro sighs loudly]

Having Fabiola and Adela
back has been great.

Adela has turned this
whole place around.

But now, she got an offer
where she can travel the world.

How does Romero's
compete with that?

- Maybe you don't
try and compete.

I mean, it sounds like a
great opportunity for Adela.

Maybe the best thing you can
do is just be supportive.

- I want to, I really do,

but I'm not sure
her heart's in it.

She belongs here in San Antonio.

- Are you sure it's her
heart, and not yours?

- Ever since my son died,

she's been running.

It hurts too much for her
to be here without Mauricio.

But I know he'd want her to
be here with us, with family!

- I'm sorry, Soccorro.

I know how much you
care about Adela.

Sometimes we have
to let our kids

figure things out on their own.

But you know what?

I have a good
feeling about Adela.

- You're right.

Thanks, Patrick.

- Of course.

- You want that pork tamale?

We're about to open!

I'm sure I can get
Adela to make you one.

Come on.
- Actually!

[clears throat] I didn't
really come for a tamale.

[exhales loudly]

About what we discussed
the other day,

about getting together
outside of Romero's.

- Oh, yes.

[pots clattering]
[grill sizzling]

Adela, can I talk to you?

- I'm not quite finished yet.

- It'll just take a
minute, por favor?

[grill continues sizzling]

[footsteps pattering]

- Qué pasa?

- How would you like
to take over Romero's?

- Excuse me?

- I can't run this
place forever,

and I don't wanna sell it.

I want you to have it,

and that's what
Mauricio would want too.

- Soccorro, I'm honored.

Really, thank you.

But I don't know what to say.

I have my career to think about.

- I know, I know!

And it's up to you.

But you are the only person
I trust with Romero's.

- Well, what about Sandra?

She's learning the business,

and she works so hard.

- Sandra isn't ready,

and she might never be.

- I cannot believe this!

You're giving Romero's
to Adela after a week?

- Adela worked
here over 10 years.

It's just that she's older.

She has more experience.

- She works on a TV show.

She doesn't know how
to run a business.

- Hang on.

I never said I wanted
to take over Romero's.

- Why?

My dream job isn't
good enough for you?

- Sandra, where is
this coming from?

- I know Adela walks on water,

and I'm just your lowly
assistant manager,

but you're making a big mistake.

The only reason
Adela's even helping us

is because she feels
guilty for leaving,

and deep down, she
knows sooner or later,

she's gonna leave again.

- That's not true.

- Keep telling yourself that.

- Sandra.

Sandra!

Sandra, wait!

[somber instrumental music]

[dramatic instrumental music]

[chips clattering]
[indistinct chattering]

- Well, if it isn't the
best tamale maker in town.

- [Fabiola] Hi, David.

- We're busy.

- I promise I'm not
trying to cut the line.

- I think mom would
be okay with that.

- An order of nachos
de chicharrón, rápido.

- I'll make this fast.

Are you free for
dinner tomorrow?

I thought you might
like to check out

my friend, Bart's, restaurant.

You know, that Peruvian place.

He put this new
ceviche on the menu

that's out of this world.

You would love it.

- Yeah, David, I don't know.

- David?

What?

No, Davy?

You know, we can talk later.

This was bad timing on my part.

- No, I mean, I don't know
if I'll be around tomorrow.

It was a fun week,

but I really don't
belong here anymore.

- I think you belong
beautifully here.

- You barely know me beyond
a couple of interviews.

- [David] I'm trying
to change that.

- Gurumun wants me to host
a summer series in Europe,

cooking with Monica
Galetti, Massimo Bottura,

and I'm here, breaking
my back at the grill.

I've come so far to do
this all over again.

- I thought Romero's
was important to you?

- It is important.

That doesn't mean I have to
work here the rest of my life.

It's time to move on.

- What's going on?

Talk to me, Adela.

- Interview's over, David.

[dishes clang]

Order up!

- Yeah, if you say so.

[melancholic instrumental music]

Bye.
- Bye.

[melancholic instrumental
music continues]

Bye, Soccorro.

[melancholic instrumental
music continues]

- I don't think we had
a crowd like that since

the good old days.

- Yeah, I need to talk to you
about those good old days.

- Si, mi hija.

- Fabi, can you come out here?

It's family meeting time.

[footsteps pattering]

[dramatic instrumental music]

I thought about your offer.

I can't do it.

Romero's is my past.

It's not my future.

I'm taking the job in Europe.

- Mom, no!

- I can't stay here.

Sandra was right.

I came just because
I felt guilty.

It was me who took Mauricio away

from the place that he loved,

so I could have my show.

I don't deserve Romero's.

- You promised you wouldn't
make a decision without me.

- I know.

And I don't wanna
ruin your summer,

but I bet Abuela wouldn't mind

if you stayed with
her for awhile.

We'll go back to California
before school starts.

- But this is home.

- [Adela] Not anymore.

- Adela, you know I'd
love to have Fabi,

but you should be the one
looking after your daughter,

and I hope you'll
change your mind.

- I won't.

- You can't do this, Mom.

I don't want you to go.

- I have to, Fabi.

You'll understand one day.

[dramatic instrumental
music continues]

I called Matius to make
arrangements with the network.

- Adios, mi hija.

- I love you both.

[dramatic instrumental
music continues]

Good luck, Sandra.

- Where is she going?

- Europe.

- Really?

Fabi, what's wrong?

- What's wrong, is
her mother's leaving

because of your jealousy,

if you hadn't said all
those hurtful things.

- You always side with her.

- All my mom has
been is nice to you.

She saved Romero's.

Why would you say all
those mean things to her?

- Because we don't need
some famous TV chef

fixing our problems!

If you would just listen to me.

- I did listen to you!

I invested all I had
in these renovations,

and they didn't work.

I'm sorry if you feel I've
taken you for granted,

but you're still young,

and you still have
a lot more to learn.

- I'm sorry too.

- Fabi, wait!

Adónde vas?

- Fabi?

[footsteps pattering]

- To get my mom back.

- Fabi, I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't have
opened my big mouth.

- Yeah, sorry won't help now.

- Maybe not, but it
won't hurt to try.

Come on!

- Okay, hold on!

I can't run the
counter and cook.

And who's gonna wash the dishes?

[speaks in Spanish]
I'll figure it out.

- Gracias, Soccorro.

[uptempo gentle music]

- Patrick!

Do you know how to wash dishes?

- Sure, absolutely.

- Okay, come on!

[car engine roaring]

- I'm so glad you
came to your senses.

- Me too.

- So what's with the long face?

You're gonna be an
international cooking star

right up there with Jamie
Oliver and Julia Child.

What you always wanted.

- Yeah.

[car engine roars]

Do you mind if we make
a quick taco stop?

- Oh, we can't miss this flight.

- It'll just be a sec.

- One second, literally.

[dramatic instrumental music]

[Adela speaks in Spanish]

[car doors slam shut]

[indistinct chattering]

- Adela?

- Sandra, Fabi, what
are you doing here?

How did you find me?

- You always stop
at Taco Rapidos,

dad's favorite restaurant,

when we get to town
and before we leave.

- You can't leave, Adela.

- [Adela] It's for the best.

- I shouldn't have said
all those things to you,

and I'm sorry.

- It's all true.

I came back because I felt
guilty for leaving San Antonio,

for losing Mauricio.

- Mom, dad died because
he had a bad heart.

- But he should've been here

surrounded by his family,

and that was my fault.

- It's not your fault, Mom.

- Fabi's right.

And I was rude to you,
because I'm jealous.

And not because you're
some Hollywood chef,

but because it's you
that belongs at Romero's.

You know the place
inside and out.

I mean, you turned the
place around in a week.

I couldn't do that,

and I hate to admit that.

[dramatic instrumental music]

- Sandra, I
appreciate your words,

but-
- Mom, just stop.

Do you wanna know
the real reason

why I wanted to move
back to San Antonio?

It wasn't about the city.

It was about you.

I missed you,

the person you were before LA,

the happy mom who
was always busy,

but always made time to go to
her daughter's soccer games,

or to cook her favorite foods,
or to talk, to just hang out,

and this week,
you've been that mom,

and I don't wanna lose you.

Not again.

So please, Mom, don't go.

[dramatic instrumental
music continues]

- I thought you said it
would only be a second?

We need to go now

if you're gonna
catch that flight.

- Give me one more second.

- I thought you'd
made up your mind?

- I had.

- This is your last
chance with the show.

If you miss that flight,

we're not only gonna
lose the new show,

we might end up
losing "Alta Cocina".

[dramatic instrumental
music swells]

- I don't care.

- What did you say?

- I said, "I don't care".

I'm staying in San
Antonio for good.

- Are you out of your mind?

You will never work
in Hollywood again.

- I guess I don't
need a manager.

You're fired.

- You'll be sorry.

[dramatic instrumental
music continues]

[all laughing]

- [Fabiola] Welcome back, Mom.

- Thank you, baby.

- Señorita.

Ma'am, you're
holding up my line.

- Actually, we should
head back to Romero's,

or Soccorro will have to
handle the dinner rush alone.

- Hey!

Can you drop me off on the way?

- Where?

- I owe someone an apology.

[both giggling]

[footsteps departing]

[keyboard clacks]

[phone rings in the distance]

[indistinct chattering
in the background]

- I need more tacos.

Who got Taco Rapidos?
- Me.

[gentle instrumental music]

- I thought you
were leaving town?

- You want a taco?

- Lengua?

- Of course.

- You got aguas frescas sandía?

- It's in the bag.

I'm sorry about the way
I acted at Romero's.

I had a lot of stuff going on,

and I never expected to
meet someone like you

while I was here.

- What do you mean, like me?

- It's been hard getting
over losing my husband.

And before I met you,

the thought of being with
someone else was unthinkable.

The truth is, David,

I like you.

I might even love you.

So I thought you should know,

I'm moving back to San Antonio.

If you ever wanna

ask me out again-
- Wait.

Did you just say you loved me?

- I said, "I might".

- You can't take it back now.

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

I love you too.

[gentle instrumental
music swells]

[crowd applauds]

[gentle instrumental
music continues]

- Let them steam for an hour.

Once you take your
tamales out of the pot,

you wanna let them cool.

Then, add some pork belly,

spread the sauce,

and garnish with
some queso fresco,

and pickled onions.

[speaks in Spanish]

Your pork belly tamales
are ready for your belly.

Thanks for watching
"Romero's Cocina".

Until next time, adiós.

- Cut!

That's a wrap!

Great stuff, Adela.

Your Webex series is
so much more accessible

than "Alta Cocina".

I can actually cook this stuff.

- That's the point.

Now, if we're done
for today, nos vamos.

It's time to do my real job.

- Have a great weekend.

[uptempo instrumental music]

- [Sandra] Hey, Adela?

- [Adela] What's up, Boss?

- Will you stop calling me that?

I'm just a new
manager in training.

- Close enough.

- I wanted to go over the
new additions to the menu.

- Let me guess, too expensive?

- Yes, but I have a lead

on a new organic
farmer who's actually,

he can help us with
the new produce prices.

Apparently, the guy said,

they take to our
chicharrón nachos.

- Sandra, dónde estás?

We have to get to
the bank, mini.

I want them to know
your face down there.

Ready?
- I'm ready.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- [Soccorro] Adela, what
time is the party tonight?

- Seven o'clock.

- [gasps] I'm so excited!

I can't wait!

[knife clacks]

- I wandered in here
almost 20 years ago

as a young girl
looking for her job,

but I never knew that this is
where I would find my family.

Soccorro, thank you for
welcoming me in back then,

and for believing in me.

I wish nothing but the best
for you in the years to come.

Happy retirement!

- [All] Happy
retirement, Soccorro.

[glasses clanking]
- Salud!

- Salud.
[glasses continue clanking]

- Salud!
- Cheers!

- Salud, cheers!
[interposing voices]

- Thank you, you all,
for your well-wishes.

I'm truly blessed by all
of you to be here tonight.

Salud.

- [All] Salud!

- OÓrale!
[male laughs]

[group cheers]

- Ohh!
- Danzo.

♪ The night is young

♪ Come on, come on

♪ I always dreamt of today

♪ Like a movie on replay

♪ And I don't want this to end

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come
close and let's just go ♪

♪ Come on, let's go

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come to me

♪ Baby, just trust, trust
♪ Ask me

♪ Aye, aye, aye,
let's find love ♪

♪ The night is young

♪ And the night is young
♪ Aye, aye, aye

♪ Stay here, my heart
is yours, yours, yours ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come closer
♪ Oh, yeah

♪ And let's just go
♪ Let me Mambo

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come
closer and let's just go ♪

♪ Come on, come on, baby,
the night is young ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come
closer and let's just go ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come to me

♪ Baby, just trust

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come
closer and let's just go ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, come to me

♪ Baby, just trust

♪ We will always work

♪ Aye, aye, aye,
let's find love ♪

♪ The night is young
♪ Night is, night is young

♪ Aye, aye, aye, stay
here, my heart is yours ♪

♪ Take my heart, it's yours

[uptempo instrumental music]