Fins. Sharks. Something.
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[/style>El Mirador? Sure, sounded good, just a little south of downtown, close enough, and good, too. In a personal quest, I’m still looking for a “machacado plato” that surpasses the truck stop in El Paso, and the quest goes on.
El Mirador is pretty good, with usually attentive service that occasionally doesn’t pay full attention. Which, all being said and done, isn’t so bad, not really, as I prefer to think of it as ambiance instead of inattentive staff.
The “machocado plato” itself is very good, the right combination of elements, the correct “stringy beef to scrambled eggs” mix.
The only problem the other morning? Some one – I’m not naming names – was playing with his food: sliding a tortilla chip through the refried beans, mimicking the theme from “Jaws.”
All it got was a roll of the eyes.
I then tried two chips in the (receding) sea of refried beans.
“Fins to the left. Fins to the right….”
Sunny Citrine?
I was looking up particular mineral, and what I found in the book, at least one of them was that Citrine was the “merchant’s stone” because, according to that one text, a clump of citrine in the cash box or register at store attracted more cash.Think it would look odd with a chunk of stone in my wallet?
Overheard:
“Oh, I always get in the last word with my wife. It’s usually, ‘yes dear,’ or ‘whatever you want, honey.'”
Unrelated graphic I’ve been meaning to include:
(from the wall outside the homeless shelter, downtown SA)
