What did you cook or eat today (June 2025)?

Shrimp po boy sandwich
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Local generic Texy-Mexy stuff in town. How did we get there?

MrsT: Let’s go to the new brewery that just opened.
Me: Where is it?
MrsT: Where the old brewery was.
Me: Ok, but the last time we ate there, we both said it was too noisy and we’d never go back.

<Drive to brewery, we go in and stand around for 10 minutes, trying to find a quiet corner, but it’s all concrete floors and metal chairs and high ceilings…too noisy>

MrsT: LET’S GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! IT’S TOO NOISY!
Me (to myself): Wish I’d thought of that…

<Drive to hotel restaurant>

MrsT: Can we sit in a booth in the bar:
Host: Those are reserved, but outside seating is available.
MrsT: It’s too hot outside. How about the dining room?
Host: Sure, follow me…we have this table and that table free.
MrsT: What about that other table.
Host: It’s reserved.
MrsT: Those tables are too small, we’ll just go somewhere else.
Me: How about the Mexican place around the corner. You said Mexican would be ok earlier.
MrsT: Yes, but not that place, the other one. Their margaritas are crap in a glass.

(Drive to local sports bar…circle the parking lot)

MrsT: There isn’t anywhere to park, and the line is out the door!
Me: Next?
MrsT: Burger and a beer, I guess.

(Drive out of town to burger dive…no parking)

MrsT: What’s wrong with everyone?!
Me: it’s Saturday night. Back into town.

(Drive back into town to the other Mexican place…no issues, because their dining room is massive. We order drinks.)

Me: How’s your margarita?
MrsT (slurping her drink): Ok…it’s the other place that’s good, this one is the place with the crappy margaritas. I got them mixed up.

🤦🏻‍♂️

They redeemed themselves, though, with a warm spice cake filled with hot dulce de leche with a sugary streusel on top and covered in a generous drizzle of caramel for dessert.
 
Local generic Texy-Mexy stuff in town. How did we get there?

MrsT: Let’s go to the new brewery that just opened.
Me: Where is it?
MrsT: Where the old brewery was.
Me: Ok, but the last time we ate there, we both said it was too noisy and we’d never go back.

<Drive to brewery, we go in and stand around for 10 minutes, trying to find a quiet corner, but it’s all concrete floors and metal chairs and high ceilings…too noisy>

MrsT: LET’S GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! IT’S TOO NOISY!
Me (to myself): Wish I’d thought of that…

<Drive to hotel restaurant>

MrsT: Can we sit in a booth in the bar:
Host: Those are reserved, but outside seating is available.
MrsT: It’s too hot outside. How about the dining room?
Host: Sure, follow me…we have this table and that table free.
MrsT: What about that other table.
Host: It’s reserved.
MrsT: Those tables are too small, we’ll just go somewhere else.
Me: How about the Mexican place around the corner. You said Mexican would be ok earlier.
MrsT: Yes, but not that place, the other one. Their margaritas are crap in a glass.

(Drive to local sports bar…circle the parking lot)

MrsT: There isn’t anywhere to park, and the line is out the door!
Me: Next?
MrsT: Burger and a beer, I guess.

(Drive out of town to burger dive…no parking)

MrsT: What’s wrong with everyone?!
Me: it’s Saturday night. Back into town.

(Drive back into town to the other Mexican place…no issues, because their dining room is massive. We order drinks.)

Me: How’s your margarita?
MrsT (slurping her drink): Ok…it’s the other place that’s good, this one is the place with the crappy margaritas. I got them mixed up.

🤦🏻‍♂️

They redeemed themselves, though, with a warm spice cake filled with hot dulce de leche with a sugary streusel on top and covered in a generous drizzle of caramel for dessert.

You have way too much patience mate.
Way too much.

Russ
 
Local generic Texy-Mexy stuff in town. How did we get there?

MrsT: Let’s go to the new brewery that just opened.
Me: Where is it?
MrsT: Where the old brewery was.
Me: Ok, but the last time we ate there, we both said it was too noisy and we’d never go back.

<Drive to brewery, we go in and stand around for 10 minutes, trying to find a quiet corner, but it’s all concrete floors and metal chairs and high ceilings…too noisy>

MrsT: LET’S GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! IT’S TOO NOISY!
Me (to myself): Wish I’d thought of that…

<Drive to hotel restaurant>

MrsT: Can we sit in a booth in the bar:
Host: Those are reserved, but outside seating is available.
MrsT: It’s too hot outside. How about the dining room?
Host: Sure, follow me…we have this table and that table free.
MrsT: What about that other table.
Host: It’s reserved.
MrsT: Those tables are too small, we’ll just go somewhere else.
Me: How about the Mexican place around the corner. You said Mexican would be ok earlier.
MrsT: Yes, but not that place, the other one. Their margaritas are crap in a glass.

(Drive to local sports bar…circle the parking lot)

MrsT: There isn’t anywhere to park, and the line is out the door!
Me: Next?
MrsT: Burger and a beer, I guess.

(Drive out of town to burger dive…no parking)

MrsT: What’s wrong with everyone?!
Me: it’s Saturday night. Back into town.

(Drive back into town to the other Mexican place…no issues, because their dining room is massive. We order drinks.)

Me: How’s your margarita?
MrsT (slurping her drink): Ok…it’s the other place that’s good, this one is the place with the crappy margaritas. I got them mixed up.

🤦🏻‍♂️

They redeemed themselves, though, with a warm spice cake filled with hot dulce de leche with a sugary streusel on top and covered in a generous drizzle of caramel for dessert.
There's a Monty Python skit in there... 😆
 
On our table last night at that pricey restaurant that we weren't paying for ...

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Kids plates, butter pasta
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DH & I shared a 14 ounce strip steak, perfect!
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The Scallop appie was a hit
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Special for the night, fillet, shrimp, mash (BIL had to have rice instead of mash) and asparagus
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There were multiples of some of these plates.
 
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