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| - My wife and I eat here regularly, but most recently we had a life changing experience at Paco's.
We recently had a child and while that seems like a useless piece of information, it is, until it isnt.
You see, we had yet another sleep-deprived night last night (as all good parents do) and our beautiful demon baby couldn't stop screeching all morning. It's a Saturday morning, so what do we normally do? Oh Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond, we'll see. Might get a little crazy. Well, after we called our parents and both sets of them laughed at us, they gave us some of the best parental advice that's been passed down from generation to generation... drive her around!
So we did.
Plopped our little porkchop into her tank of a car seat (have you seen these things recently? That's why mom's in south Charlotte don't need to hit the gym. Doing curls with a 25# car seat will give you guns to rival Arnold) and off went.
Magically, it worked!
After cruising the mean streets of South Charlotte for an hour, we realized that we broke the cardinal rule of new parenting: don't forget to eat and drink plenty of water. My wife realized she didn't eat for the last 3 meals!
What are we to do? I flipped up the Yelp app (product placement) and we decided to stuff our faces with South Park's finest Mexican, Pacos Tacos.
We were nervous we were going to be the only ones there at 11:05AM, looking completely haggard from a tough night.
The good news?
That's where all new parents go for the "early bird special".
We were even more nervous that our hellion was going to lose it and we were going to be "those parents". You know, the ones who let their kid wail in the middle of church because they couldn't properly manage their kid's blood sugar?
Well Pacos had us covered there too. The dull roar of the kitchen and Willie Nelson's soothing tunes kept our daughter quiet during our entire meal. (Yes, the ENTIRE meal)
Bless you Paco, you saved the day.
You know what else is great?
Getting the first food served of the day.
My wife's fajitas were perfect.
The unholy guacamole, lived up to it's name.
My steak quesadilla, burrito, two tacos, and enchiladas?
Hot, delicious, and made with love. (So what, I'm a stress eater... want to fight about it?)
Later that day, we all made it home safely, our daughter slept for another hour and my wife and I, well we got the best hour nap of our week.
Thank you Pacos, we are customers for life!
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