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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]