There’s a Mexican restaurant not far from our house that I’ve only gone to when pregnant. I don’t go for the atmosphere, their guacamole doesn’t contain actual avocados and Jason cringes whenever I suggest it enthusiastically as a dinner option. I know authentic Mexican cuisine doesn’t include shredded iceberg lettuce as a main ingredient but their crisp shell tacos taste so Heavenly. I always order two and get a little sad after I swallow the last bite because I know a few days will need to pass before I can bring it up again and expect Jason to accompany me. It’s not a place you’ll find reviewed in any foodie magazine or want to bring out of town guests (although if they visited tomorrow I’d probably suggest it).
Carson likes to go because the waitress gives him a cup of crayons and I set him up with his own individual bowl of salsa to double dip his chips. And there’s lots of sombreros to point at.
Delivered Dish, a restaurant delivery company in Portland recently sent out their new menu book and I was ecstatic to learn this place is now included. Unfortunately they have a minimum order so unless Jason partakes I need to order five Heavenly Tacos and eat them in one sitting. Because unlike pizza, I don’t think they taste just as good cold the next day.
We just went there last night. The three day countdown can begin.