Our big plans this week included going to our favorite Mexican place near us & eating the following:
- Chips
- Salsa
- Queso
- Corn Salsa
- Carne Asada
Which I was SUPER excited about. To make ourselves feel a bit better about eating that, Mr. Potts & I walked to the restaurant & planned to walk home. You know, to help it settle.
I should have known we'd have a problem when I saw all the cars in the area.
I should have known we'd have a problem when I remembered that a popular Charlotte radio station was hosting a Cinco de Mayo bash.
We should have recognized the problem when two people who had just walked in turned around & walked out muttering about an hour and a half wait for a table.
Should have known, but thought we were ok because this was OUR place. We went when they first opened. We went when you couldn't drive down the street in front of them because of construction. We took large groups of people there. I mean, we should have a table with our name.
But obviously we don't.
So we put our name on the list, along with our phone number.
So we called our friends to advise of the situation & they came & picked us up.
Smart kids that we are, we decided to go to the other Mexican restaurant (same name, same owner) a few miles away & try there.
Cause, you know, the radio station wasn't there.
50 minute wait.
Ok, we'll head to the sketchy part of town & hit one of those tiny little Mexican places.
Line out the door.
I mean, did EVERYONE have the same idea we did?
Settled on a different restaurant where I had a steak sandwich.
Which didn't compare to the salsa, queso, corn salsa, chips & carne asada I was going to eat.
So we've decided we're going to celebrate Quatro de Mayo or Seis de Mayo next year. Because when the original Mexican restaurant we went to & put our name down at called us 2 hours and 20 minutes later, we were already finished with dinner & on our way home!
I should have known we'd have a problem when I saw all the cars in the area.
I should have known we'd have a problem when I remembered that a popular Charlotte radio station was hosting a Cinco de Mayo bash.
We should have recognized the problem when two people who had just walked in turned around & walked out muttering about an hour and a half wait for a table.
Should have known, but thought we were ok because this was OUR place. We went when they first opened. We went when you couldn't drive down the street in front of them because of construction. We took large groups of people there. I mean, we should have a table with our name.
But obviously we don't.
So we put our name on the list, along with our phone number.
So we called our friends to advise of the situation & they came & picked us up.
Smart kids that we are, we decided to go to the other Mexican restaurant (same name, same owner) a few miles away & try there.
Cause, you know, the radio station wasn't there.
50 minute wait.
Ok, we'll head to the sketchy part of town & hit one of those tiny little Mexican places.
Line out the door.
I mean, did EVERYONE have the same idea we did?
Settled on a different restaurant where I had a steak sandwich.
Which didn't compare to the salsa, queso, corn salsa, chips & carne asada I was going to eat.
So we've decided we're going to celebrate Quatro de Mayo or Seis de Mayo next year. Because when the original Mexican restaurant we went to & put our name down at called us 2 hours and 20 minutes later, we were already finished with dinner & on our way home!
