I'm waiting for the fancy stores on Madison Ave to open at ten, so I can return thousands of dollars of briefcases. Life has been pretty weird lately. So my thoughts turn to warm and comforting foods like enchiladas. The last time I had good enchiladas was in Texas, of course. We went to El Fenix. Food was good. Service was fast and polite. A model example of a chain restaurant. The weird part was being served the chips and salsa. In Texas, it's as it should be. Chips and salsa are free. So are the refills. For 5 adults and 2 kids, we got 4 baskets of chips and the waiter gave us two more when they emptied. They were served to us with little packages of butter. My sister was like, "What is that for?"
And I was like, "They must be for spreading on corn tortillas like bread and butter." She said, "But there are no tortillas, only chips. I think they're for the chips."
And I was like, "NO way! That's crazy talk!"
But sure enough, there was a table of two a couple feet away who were buttering their chips and crunching away.
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