Last night Don and I went on a date! (See, the americanisms are creeping in already – and I almost put my full-stop inside the bracket … at least I am not calling it a period).
It’s been a particularly hellish week for both of us, although much more hellish for Don, who has been working until 11pm each night. Mine has been more mentally hellish – but more about that later.
The food, as last visit, was brilliant.
And the service?
Really! Not even fantastic in comparison to the last visit, just what I like – attentive and friendly, but knowing when to (hold ’em and fold em and) leave you (’em) alone.
Americans in Aus complain endlessly about the lack of decent Mexican (olde El Paso not really cutting it). If this (and Guzman y Gomez) is a taste, I really want to get me there and sample The Real Stuff.