Me and Indiana Jones. Indiana Jones and I. Night and Day. Day and Night.
There are no two more different people on the face of the earth. Do you see that Starbuck's cup? It is a small black coffee. Ya, that is what he gets. Me? I got a Venti Vanilla Latte. More on this later.
But despite our differences, he still tries hard to unite us. And the proof was in the pudding Saturday night. Back in my old house in my old city in my old state in my old time zone, just around the corner from my house there was this CHEAP Mexican restaurant that I LOVED. I ate there three times a week and never tired. I was like the Norm of Taco Del Mar. Everybody knew my name and we were one big happy family. (Big is metaphorically speaking, of course.)
Since then I have had the shakes and sleepless nights and the skin crawls, craving Taco Del Mar - the food of the Gods. But alas, there are none in my new town in my new state in my new time zone. So I weep.
But IJ found Willy's. And yes, it is a distant cousin of Taco Del Mar...and for a moment in time, all was well and wonderful with the world. Not just anyone can walk into a place like this and know how to eat these MONDO burritos. Let me demonstrate, shall I? You turn in on its end like a beer can and unwrap.
You see the novices, cause they just unwrap the burrito and then it is everywhere and they have to eat it with a fork -- poor souls.That my friends is a MONDO burrito -- a slice of heaven on earth. Burp.
PS Marchelle -- Tropic Thunder -- hi larry us. Go forth and see.
PSS Feather made me delete the last two pics cause she said they made me look bad. What-eva.