Salazar is located on the grounds of an old converted auto body shop in the neighborhood-you-never-knew-existed-before-this-summer of Frogtown. Walking into its massive desert-like patio by the LA river isn’t just cool because it feels new, it’s cool because it feels entirely different than everything else. Off to the left there’s the bar area where you can stand and drink margaritas or snag a couple of oysters before your table’s ready. Keep walking and you’ll find a window you can press your face up against like it’s the Macy’s Christmas display and watch all the tortilla making go down. It feels like you’re on vacation here – maybe in Austin, maybe in Baja, maybe in the futuristic version of LA where restaurants aren’t all windowless boxes along La Cienega. Whatever it is, you’re certainly glad to be here.