14 November 2009

South of the Border (then take a right...)

Last night, for Jamie's birthday, we went to a Mexican restaurant called El Paso. As soon as we walked inside, we were greeted with decor that looked like it may have actually come directly from Mexico, or at the very least, from a Mexican restaurant in the United States. I ordered a beef chimichanga and a margarita; Jamie ordered some tostadas. My food was good, though admittedly, my sense of taste may have been dulled somewhat by the incredibly strong margarita that accompanied my meal. It was mostly tequila, with a shot of triple sec and splash of sweet and sour mix. Jamie's tostadas, on the other hand, were creative, if nothing else. They were each buried beneath about three inches of sweet whipped cream. When she scraped it off, then carefully removed the pieces of cold chicken, she was essentially left with two corn tortillas and some black olives. It wasn't quite what she had in mind for her birthday meal, but still, I'm amazed that we were able to find a Mexican restaurant at all. The trick might just be to get something different next time, ideally without whipped cream on top.

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