This is a crying shame. A friend turned me onto Las Manitas early this year. Las Manitas was one of those restraunts that served culture with its food. You could walk through the kitchen to get to the backroom. Don’t picture a shady scene. Picture an area that could be mistaken for a beer garden but with more trailer trash chairs and tables than beer. The whole thing enclosed by a rickety fence, sitting under a well-preserved Austin tree. Talk about good, cheap ambiance and mexican food. (Wipe tear) You will me missed Las Manitas.