Posted 08-08-2003 at 12:11:35
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I stopped on my way home from town and tried out a new mexican food place. I am always searching for that special place that serves food like I grew up on in Texas. Judging from the smell wafting out of the door I suspected that I might be close to finding it after all.
I walked in and was confronted by a steamer table with nothing on it that I recognized and my heart sank. Foiled again. There was some kind of things that looked like pitas and I asked the woman what was in them.
"Ohhh...all beef....special cheese...special sauce. " She said in broken english, grinning at me. #*!!. I was at McDonald's.
"Okay well give me two of those and whatever comes with it."
She complied and I ended up with the mexican pitas and a pile of beans and another pile of spanish rice. I grabbed a can of Dr Pepper and out the door I went, $3.50 poorer but still optimistic. The rice and beans looked right.
Well, to say that I quickly ingested what was in that little styrofoam container that passed for a plate, would be an understatement. I HOOVERED it. The pitas, still don't know what they are, the rice, the beans, everything was perfect. Delicious. I sat down to watch the weather on television before I went back out to work, because it was clouding up. Wanted to know if I was going to get wet or not.
I have no earthly idea what time the coma hit but the next thing I knew I woke myself up with a loud grating snore, it was an hour later and the sun was shining. I had no intentions of falling asleep. I was sitting straight up looking at the t v and I have the crick in my neck to prove it. Apparently my chin hit my chest and I just basically passed out.
I jumped up feeling all guilty like I'd been caught cheating on a test and basically wandered in a wide circle until my brain woke up and finally found my boots and got them on and went out to check on the ladies.
Now just as a side note, Dr Pepper works like speed on me. If I drink it after six oclock I will be lucky if I get to bed by one a.m, so whatever was in that mexican food must be strong enough to counteract methamphetamines.
I think I now know why folks in Mexico take siestas after lunch. I don't think it's optional, but I do know one thing. There should have been a little sticker on top of that styrofoam container with a warning on it....
'Do not use this product if you must drive or operate heavy machinery.'
As for the restaraunt, I will be going back. I was very impressed with the food. But I will be sure to always get what I order to go and be close to something soft to fall on in case the coma hits before I can find a safe place to land. (grin)