Damn...two trips to Cadillac Ranch in two different states in one weekend. I thoroughly hate myself. My friend Hailes picked me up from the airport and I told her about my weekend, and included hating Cadillac Ranch in Vegas. I also told her I was going to stop drinking after the weekend I had. So I get home, ready to enjoy some Cherry Limeade and stop feeling like the drunk fool I am, and then my girl Katie calls. She wants to watch the Bears game so we agree to meet up at Four Peaks. The place is packed and I'm too drunk to think off any place to go so we decide on Cadillac Ranch. Again, I hate myself.
Luckily the place was pretty empty so we sat right at the bar to enjoy the game. I don't like that they don't have any beers on tap, but they have a decent enough selection of bottled beers to appease me. I hadn't eaten for the whole weekend (cheaper to drink!) so I ordered the chopped salad with chicken and avocado. There was no avocado when I got it. A little sad about that. And the salad itself was just plain. The olives were chopped way too small and the beans and corn were sparse. I also had destroyed my taste buds in Vegas by smoking cigars and drinking endlessly, so it is possible the salad was okay.
The reason this place gets three stars in because of the bartender Buddy. He took the shit talking from my drunk friend, talked smack on the Asian Johnny Bravo, and kept us drunk! Thanks for the shots Buddy, and thanks for getting the orange dusted with cinnamon for my Patron shots! It didn't make it taste any better, but I'm glad you went all out for me. We were sad to see you finish your shift before we finished drinking!