Is that politically correct? Probably not. Moving on.
So Date Night this week = Mexican night.
(Actually - NO. We didn't draw "Mexican Night" from the jar. We drew something else. But in researching that "sumthin else," I found this really cool way to do "sumthin' else" that isn't available til April. So you - and My Man - will have to wait til then. I feel bad for you both.)
So we had a SECOND draw. And it was MEXICAN NIGHT.
This led to some extensive googling. "Best restaurant in My Town, Arizona." And three sites said to go to here:
So we did.
(I tried to get My Man to talk in a Mexican accent the whole night, but he thought that might be rude.)
Nando's is apparently famous for their margaritas. Well. As you know, we're MORMON and all that - so we asked for virgin margaritas. The waitress pretty much thought we were crazy. It was awesome.
But the non-margarita margarita was DELISH. Although I was severely disappointed that it wasn't served in those funky glasses. I wanted a funky glass and pretend to get drunk. Because I'm mature like that.
So the food was amazing, of course. Three sites can't be wrong. Although the rice and beans? Sad. Just sad. Because let me tell you - I know rice and beans. And them rice and beans just did not make the cut. Good thing the Pollo Rico was out-of-this-world good.
(I took half of it home, intending to eat it on Sunday after church. But we got home late and I had to run to a meeting without lunch. Then my little sister calls after me - "Hey, That Girl! That thing you ordered yesterday was super delicious! Thanks!" *facepalm*)
We ate our delicious, calorific dinner, and then My Man attempted to take a picture of me with my fancy dancy camera. I wanted a record of my attempts at dressing "Mexican-y." It was pretty amusing.
And then he was silly.
And then we went home.