Thank you Ramiro's. Thank you for so many things. Thank you for being so nice and professional on the phone call I placed this morning for a take out order. Thank you for not judging my voice (even though I sounded like the scary voice from those horrible "Scream" movies). Thank you for cooking up some of the best dang Menudo this side of Yuma. Thank you for not running away scared when my hung-over self walked into your fine restaurant looking like a backup for The Walking Dead pilot episode. Finally, thank you for being you, for existing, and only being a seven minute drive away from my den of recovery on this St. Patrick's Day weekend... I love you.