After church today, my sister and I were treated to lunch/dinner by my mom. Earlier, I had taken a bit of a tumble down the church steps, and figured going home and acting like a baby about it didn't seem like the best thing to do. So I just hobbled my hungry self into the restaurant.
We were sat by the bar. Kind of dark in this place. Little League World Series was on yet again. These restaurants must know I'm coming or something...I sense a conspiracy.
Our waiter was great, and way too young to be "looking" at me in the way that he was. My mom and sister found it hilarious that he was practically stumbling over his words whenever he came to the table. I still think it was all in their heads, and he was just being friendly and great at his job. The food wasn't too shabby either. Their portions are extremely huge, so I had to take about half of my chimichanga home (I just polished it off about an hour ago, even tastier than it was at the restaurant).
Will I come back during happy hour one day in the future? Probably, you sure can't beat a 99 cent margarita. Although the high food prices and the deadly cleaner they use (Seriously, my eyes teared up and I coughed really hard after unintentionally inhaling its fumes!) may make me consider otherwise.