everywhere else, the lack of a Spanish-language streetscape in our hometown can seem vaguely unreal. But our turn will no doubt come. In the meantime, if you want a glimpse of the future, check out Mexican Night on Sundays at the Heidelberg's Club Above.
Around 10:30 p.m. things are quiet. But wait until midnight, Raymond, the Heidelberg's owner, tells me - everybody gets off work at 11, goes home and takes a shower, and then comes in. Sure enough, by midnight the place is filled with young men, some of them in cowboy hats, and women looking more formal in black pants and white shirts. Some come to mix and meet, but some are there to seriously dance, to whirl around the room when the lickety-split merengue, with its nimble saxophone lines, sounds from the bandstand. If you want to get in on the action yourself, flyers on the bulletin board at the door advertise Latin dance lessons.