Becky and I had an interesting Friday night. We went to a restaurant called Pedro's. She insisted it was an Italian joint, because they have one in Holland. Well i knew it to be otherwise, but nonetheless let her have it anyway. So when we got to the Mexican(Italian) place we walk up to the hostess. She asks how many of us to which Becky responds three. Well there was only two of us so we had to inform her it was only two. I thought that would be the most bizarre part of the night, but I would soon learn otherwise. The waiter, who was of Mexican desent, took our order. Well Becky started ordering in Spanish to which he took as Becky being Mexican. So he asked her if she was Mexican. Becky responds immediately "YES" . Then realizing she was not tried to spin the conversation from that, however not helping her cause and confusing the waiter.
Well finally she rested on the fact she had Mexican flavor. So for the next 15 minutes we start laughing historically. Well our food comes then. The supervisor puts it down in front of us. He mentions to me I had chosen a great meal. This is when Becky finds it appropriate to mention the pepper on top of the food looked like something she pulled out of someones ear today. I looked at the supervisors face, and he was stunned by the comment, as was I, considering I was real hungry. He just left and said he couldn't top that. So that was our fun, bizarre, date night we had on Friday. Guess I just got to get use to the "FLAVOR" of it all.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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Hi, well be sensible, well-all described
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