Qdoba!

Eh. New place over on Greensprings in the Publix shopping center. Nice and clean, which is a real plus. Variety of "Happy Smiling Campesinos Grinding Corn and Carrying Things" motif artwork, exposed black-painted ductwork and roof structure that fairly well screams coolness of the twee and insipid variety. Their big deal is burritos, so I decided to get a quesadilla. Steak. Meaning three small spoons of tiny, beefish meat chunks. Lots of cheese, though. It was actually pretty tasty, but seeing them make it, with the three small spoons of meat, really sets you up for a disappointment. It might have been better had I been left to my own devices in figuring out the exact amount. Jeff had the shredded beef taco salad, which looked much better, since it looked like a lot of meat. "Shredded beef," however, sound unappetizingly like a cow attacked by katana-wielding ninjas.

Topics, as usual, hit all over the place--he's still working on his house, so there's the requisite tradesman chatter; painters, framers, HVAC mechanics. Then on to real estate agents, creepy Michael Jackson, in-laws, Christmas, cars, stupid people, job. Same old stuff, but somehow good to hear it again.

And then, the magazine swap. He was tickled by one in particular that had a series of articles on Cutlasses and 442s. He had a '72 Cutlass Supreme convertible (kinda like this) in high school, and has been longing after one ever since. I know how he feels--I regret selling my '72 Monte Carlo. (This one's a dead ringer for the one I had. ::sigh::)

Anyway, a good time, as usual.

posted by Terry at 1:54:00 PM