If you see smoke, it’s just the fajitas
At Howling Wolf Taqueria, an ornate family-friendly spot in Salem’s center, the fajitas don’t just sizzle, they smoke. As a plate arrives at an adjacent table, one nearby patron complains, “It’s going right in my eyes.” Others cough. Even a manager and minority partner, navigating the restaurant, has to stop to clear his throat. Finally, the staff opens the front door to get rid of the cloud that has gathered, even though it’s a chilly night. Waiting customers, who had huddled in the front entrance to escape the cold, simply shiver.