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| - You and everyone else that I have given second chances to are very lucky, Two Hippies. Because there are no thirds in my book. As I like to say, two and you blew gots ter goo. So.
My first try of your wares was on a Friday night after Bikram's (I wanted to try this thing that fellow yogi, Donald S. calls "retoxify") and I was not impressed with what I ordered, but I did achieve retoxification. The fish tacos were "fishy" and their wasn't much flavor going for them or the rice. Now, class may have been harsh that night, but the second time around at Two Hippies was WAY better. I had the burrito this time, with black beans and the green beef. Ho' yeah! That hit the spot, and I was plenty full and happy, no sides needed. And mama got her suga fix with those delish Shirley Temples they have. It was so sweet I had to get a refill. Mmmph! Service was great both times, so no complaints about that!
I love the look and feel of Two Hippies. It is like TGIF on all sorts of hallucinogenic drugs. Last night, Rada and I were looking all about as we waited on our food. Somehow we started comparing the cacti in the planters to penis sizes of my *ahem* men. So if you are one of those men, and ever read this review, which I highly doubt you will, there has been a cactus categorized as the size of your member out there in those potters someplace...
But seriously, this place is so quirky! I look like I belong in here (picture to follow soon), I did grow up near the Haight-Ashbury, something probably rubbed off on me at some point, no? Have you ever seen how I dress when I'm not at an OYE? Distinctly Grunge-Bohemianish. And this is why I purposely don't let you see me outside of said events...
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