my tiny sad
Sep. 2nd, 2011 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoSo last night, Amanda and I were dining sans John. And while the lack of John was unfortunate, it also meant that we could eat Mexican. (Outside of Taco Night, and Amanda's World Famous Chili, John is not the biggest fan.) So we found someplace near where I'm dogsitting that didn't seem too trendy (Nine Mile, I'm looking at you) and not too Taco Belly (Nine Mile, I'm looking at you). It was good, but a bit busy and chaotic. I wanted the Guizado, but we found out it was heavy on cilantro and so I cancelled it and got a burrito. And I asked them to make up one of their sandwiches to go, so I could toss it in the skillet this morning for breakfast. And I was looking forward to that sandwich. The fact that we ended up getting somebody else's 'combination plate and burrito' order at the restaurant should have prepped me for when I opened the styrofoam container just now and found... that it was full of Guizado.
...and I wanted that sandwich.
...and I wanted that sandwich.
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