Omnivore - Mariscos El Veneno: still scorching mouths

Eat, drink and set yourself on fire.


Eight of us headed to Mariscos El Veneno on Buford Highway last Friday. We hadn't been seated five minutes before Bobby started weeping and blowing his nose. No, it wasn't the same pain that made me want to cry when I saw a mariachi band in the restaurant. It was the restaurant's incredibly fiery salsa, made with habaneros. (Perhaps the salsa is the veneno - poison - that gives the restaurant its name.)