something about today was too long. it simultaneously dragged on and went by too fast, and I was crazy exhausted by the end of it. so when buger called to see what was up for dinner, i knew that the little chihuahua would be a good call.
she has a friend from australia who is visiting -- he's a bit like tuttle and johnny rolled together, but with a thicker accent and a jauntier scarf -- and he was in the mood for a tasty burrito. the food there is delicious (burger had a burrito with plantains in it!), but the "margaritas" are more like citrusy white sangria.
randall and i arrived first and so we ordered a carafe and ate some chips. burger's friend was trying to get a glass to join us in the carafe, but they gave him a big ol' glass full of margarita instead. burger wasn't drinking, hugh had his own glass, and randall was driving; this meant the carafe was mostly mine. i don't have problems with that.