On the ground floor of a 1905 beaux-arts building where architect Frank Lloyd Wright once kept an office, stroll along the sawdust-sprinkled aisles beneath old-timey ceiling fans and neon signs, past stalls piled high with mangoes, peppers and jicamas, and glass bins filled with dried chilies and nuts.
With Downtown's ongoing renaissance there has been substantial investment (of money, time and passion) into the lunch counters here. We're looking at you Eggslut! But the old ceviche standouts still do business too.
