Friday, February 17, 2006
Chips and Salsa
...man, they love to give this stuff away!
I sat at my local Frontera, waiting on some friends to join me for
dinner, and in the course of 15 minutes I was asked three times if I wanted
chips and salsa to go with my cerveza.
The last one to ask was the manager. Do they have a quota they have to meet? Or do they just get a really good deal on the stuff?
Or is it something more sinister than that? Is there some sort of poison in the salsa that activates when combined with the crunchy goodness of the tortilla chips? Possibly even a mind control drug, forcing you to order the daily special of beef enchilada, rice, and beans.
Whatever it was, I just didn't want any at the time. I did, however, manage to plow through an entire basket of the stuff once we were seated at our table. And the funny thing is, I don't really remember much of the rest of the night.
Coincidence? ¶ 7:04 PM
I sat at my local Frontera, waiting on some friends to join me for
dinner, and in the course of 15 minutes I was asked three times if I wanted
chips and salsa to go with my cerveza.
The last one to ask was the manager. Do they have a quota they have to meet? Or do they just get a really good deal on the stuff?
Or is it something more sinister than that? Is there some sort of poison in the salsa that activates when combined with the crunchy goodness of the tortilla chips? Possibly even a mind control drug, forcing you to order the daily special of beef enchilada, rice, and beans.
Whatever it was, I just didn't want any at the time. I did, however, manage to plow through an entire basket of the stuff once we were seated at our table. And the funny thing is, I don't really remember much of the rest of the night.
Coincidence? ¶ 7:04 PM
