June 9, 2011 by Kim
I managed to talk Hubs into taking me out to dinner tonight.
There’s a little Mexican place, near our house, that has some awesome margaritas
and to be honest, I could probably live off of chips and salsa, alone… for about 3 months straight.
Well, today was my Friday… and I got my wish.
Everything that I was served was delicious, as usual.
I was in my own little Mexican food heaven…
and then, as things usually seem to go in my life, it all took a turn for the weird.
I discovered, as I cut into my dinner, that my chimichanga was apparently having a mid-life crisis…
It didn’t want to be a tasty chimichanga… Life was too stressful in the serious world of the fried burrito…
My chimichanga wanted to be a Happy Meal.
Complete with a fun surprise inside!!!
Or maybe it wanted to be a corn dog…
I’m pretty sure that a wooden stick was not listed on the menu, as part of my chimichanga.
….and if it was, I really need to start reading the menu closer
I’m actually somewhat impressed that this wooden stick was inside my burrito
I’m not even mad or disgusted in the least… I mean, crap. It could have been a press-on toe-nail or something gross like that… but, alas, it was just a harmless stick
1 week earlier and I could have used it on Ant’s Mission
But, will I ever eat there again?
You know it.