Tex Mex Fix

Welcome back, Henley.

***

THEBOY was listening to the Who last night—go figure—and the big scream in “Won’t Get Fooled Again” came up. And just like Pete in The Kids Are Alright, he dropped to his knees and tried to slide across the floor (his cityscape rug wasn’t great for sliding though).

***

Saw Kung Fu Hustle last night. Wickedly funny in parts, endlessly creative and completely in defiance of a lot of what a Western movie viewer expects. I mostly appreciate a film like that just for keeping me guessing.

But the bit with the knife-wielding assassins ("Hey--who's throwing handles??") just about killed me.

***

Tonight being Friday and all, that means Tex Mex in our household.

One problem: Our current favorite mom/pop joint has been closed for a week. Yes, Monterey’s inexplicably and without warning closed up shop a week ago. We keep going by, hoping to see that they’re open again, but no luck.

This doesn’t bode well.

So what do we do? I mean, we WILL get our Tex Mex fix. We just will. And we’re not so big on the chain places. We’re not enchilada guerrillas or anything, but we just tend to like small O&Os more than franchises. I guess we’ll put our heads together, try and recall some other place we’ve passed or maybe even tried at some point.

***

But they can’t be DONE, can they? THEBOY'S like the mayor in there, going where he pleases, talking to the staff like they’re family. They bring his queso before we even get menus, you know?

***

Damn, there’s a mosquito the size of a spotted owl in here…

***

Iced coffee, cinnamon scone… I’m gonna make it.