You probably haven’t noticed since you’re just one of the many Bushwickians who could give less than three fucks about salad, but The Salad Wheel on Jefferson Street off the Myrtle-Broadway stop has been replaced by a Mexican restaurant called, appropriately, La Lupe (meaning “the wolf” in Spanish for you gringo types).
Indeed displaying wolf-like qualities by swooping in on The Salad Wheel’s turf, owner Mesa Astucia, a 38-year-old Dominican woman who “puts a Dominican spin on Mexican food,” told The Burning Bush, “We saw that most people were not interested in the salad scene, and we capitalized on the weakness of The Salad Wheel by offering to buy them out. They were very eager to accept the payoff. I imagine they had a lot of wilted leaves in their stockroom.”
While The Salad Wheel tried its best to offer a healthy alternative to Fat Row a.k.a. the Popeye’s and Checkers located right next to each other when you disembark from the JMZ, there was absolutely zero demand for its non-artery clogging fare–especially since it was right across the street from Bizarre and, as we all, know, drunk people like to indulge in food that is bad for them. Russell Tacoaddict, a 23-year-old who gets tired of the bar menu at Bizarre, was elated with the business shift. “Who wants to eat salad and shit? That’s not going to sustain me as I try to get more fucked up. La Lupe is the best thing that could’ve happened to this street.” Check out all La Lupe has to offer–whether drunk or sober–next time you find yourself by Myrtle-Broadway.
Written by Genna Rivieccio