Saturday, August 18, 2012

Date with the Night

I got nothing special to write about. It's been the theme of the week, no?

Work has been tough this week, and it's left me creatively drained. I gotta move past this.

So when 710 came home last night, I just had to get out of the house for dinner. He was nice enough to offer to bring something in, but I had to leave these four walls for something other than to walk the much as I love him.  The dog that is. Oh, and 710.

The plan was just to go for pizza, but we hit our favourite mexican place.

Lately, I will say, they've been annoying me. I know how to read a menu. They don't know how to write one.

I'm sorry, if a dish is smothered in black beans, don't you think it should mention that somewhere - anywhere - in the description?  Twice in a row this has happened. ....and I do not like black beans.

Fool me once.....yes, I get it.  But I thought that is what menus were tell you what you were ordering. I don't think I should have to ask to see all the ingredients they are using to make my dish.

Still, I'm a master picker. Yeah, I could have sent it back but that would have delayed getting food into my belly and that was imperative at the time. Miso hungee.

Live and learn I guess.

We have another night out tonight.  No fooling me twice.  Or thrice.

Song by: the Yeah Yeah Yeahs


Cubby said...

I love that pic. I wish Greg and I would eat al fresco more often (read: ever) but Greg won't allow it :-(

Jim said...

I don't like black beans either... I would not have been happy!

anne marie in philly said...

black beans, refried beans...YUCK!

Ur-spo said...

menus should be precise, not full of flowery adjectives