And here I thought Pilsen had everything.
Kota’s opened not too long ago, adding squeaks and chirps to 18th Street’s daily chorus. I by no means have the resources to support another life in my household, and yet still when passing by each day or two I wonder if I shouldn’t go inside.
The risk there of course is falling in love — getting attached to something furry, feathery or even a tad scaly.
Kota’s actually has me feeling nostalgic about days past — family visits to the mall with extended window shopping anywhere with an animal friend on the other side of the glass.
Seems like this place is already bonding P-Town’s own with some.
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