The other night, I spent a delightful evening with some of my favorite gals. We started out at someone’s house, drinking mimosas and talking about trying to get pregnant. Pretty weird being in a room full of women and being the only one NOT hoping to get sperminated! I offered to let them rub me for good luck, but nobody took me up on it. Maybe they were afraid they’d have twins?

After hanging out for a little while, we headed over to Northfield and had dinner at a place called La Sandia Mexican Kitchen and Tequila Bar. The ladies with me had all been here before and had great things to say about it. As soon as I opened the menu, though, I knew it was the kind of restaurant I just can’t get into – they serve yuppie Mexican food! I know people just can’t get enough of grilled chicken, black beans and pomegranate margaritas, but dude. Give me a Tecate and some pork green chile and pinto beans cooked in lard, and I am a happy chick. My friend Courtney was even laughing at me a little – she’s married to a Mexican guy too, and she complained about the “authentic” Mexican food that HE loves. She said, “It’s all just GREASE! Grease on a plate!” YEAH, baby. That’s what I’m talkin’ about! I was trying to find a website for the place, and stumbled across this review of the restaurant by an 8th grade girl – I loved reading this! I’m a little partial to girls that age, since I have one of my own. You can call them snarky if you want, but doggone it, they tell it like it is.

I still enjoyed my dinner. How could I not enjoy myself, listening to Courtney and her college friend sharing tales about their drunken days at ASU? It was an awesome night! And the guacamole was superb, even if the waiter asked if we wanted to make it ourselves. As if! That’s all I DO is cook for people! But, yeah. I should have just gotten the seared tuna salad. I’m a picky little thing, aren’t I?

I can’t blame Paul completely, though. Even though he is one picky Mexican, our tastes have always been very similar. I’m sure it comes from having grown up in a small little town where everyone’s mama served dinner every night with beans and tortillas. I’ve always loved hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurants, and it’s just hard for me to embrace a Mexican restaurant where they don’t serve Horchata. I’m a reverse food snob!

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