Giving it away
I don’t know anything about giving it away, but a bunch of the folks I worked with on Saturday all wanted to go to some kind of multi-national chain for dinner. I opted out. I can get that any place, and I wandered off in the night. I needed a black t-shirt, something that didn’t get packed, I don’t know how that happened, and I wanted to sample more local fare.
I had dinner at some taqueria in a Corpus strip center. In the back room, I overheard a long discussion about that Robert Rodgriguez, film and his series of “Mexican” films.
I hauled out the notebook and I was plinking on the keyboard while munching on chips. Dinner arrived, and I was not disappointed, basic fare, skirt steak lavishly grilled with peppers and onions, but what set the meal off, what set the place apart in my mind? It was the presentation of the hot sauce: it was served, with a spoon, in a coffee cup.
Ayala’s Or Availia. Some name like that. I was too tired to remember, and at the register, when I requested a cash receipt, the kind waitress just scribbled the restaurant’s name across the top, “We don’t have printed receipts, hope this will do.”
Course it will. Works fine.
I was looking at the notice on the wall, sounded familiar.
“No credit cards, no cash cards, no debit cards, no checks, no money orders.”
All cash. Good food, too, perfect solace and backdrop to a Saturday night in Texas.
CC – TX
Corpus Christi, TX, seems like it’s nothing but a strip mall, at least, this trip, that’s what it was like.
gun shop
Honky-tonky
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