new credit card thing

I was in El Paso an extra day to take care of some business — (yes, getting that new credit card thing lined up) bank business. I had a chance to take a meal in another little Tex–Mex looking joint. I can’t remember the name, but I do recall that the red chilli stew actually had some zip to it, and then the plate I was making fun of rated as some of the best chicken fried steak I’ve seen in a long time. It was a Mexican dish of some sort, ground beefsteak, pounded into submission, breaded and fried. After some scoffing on my part, the hostess was kind enough to let me sample a small portion of the culinary delicacy. Don’t ask me to name it, or the name of the place, it was just another joint in the dusty desert town, but it was also some of the best Chicken Fried Steak I’ve seen in a long time. Met Jack at Ripper dot com in the departure lounge. Managed to double a book a ride home from the airport, too. Folks would’ve been mad at me, but I kept doing that “Mercury is retrograde” shuffle, and I don’t think I ruffled too many feathers.