The Update You've Been Waiting For!!!
The update you've been anxiously awaiting: the fate of the sub-par Tex-Mex restaraunt! But first, some background for those of you who don't obsessively remember every detail of my blog...
A little over a year ago, I went to a brand-new Tex-Mex restaurant, visions of burritos dancing through my head. Sadly, though the prices and wait time were that of a sit-down restaurant, the burrito was Taco Bell all the way. I figured this place was doomed, set a date for their predicted demise (three months in the future), and promised that my blog would contain periodic updates on the situation.
Before doomsday could arrive, the best buffalo wings place in my area closed, even though there was no evidence that they were in trouble. Just like in MY NAME IS EARL, the wobbly fingers of karma had pointed in my direction, terminating my favorite restaurant while keeping the sub-par Tex-Mex place alive.
The next several months were difficult ones. I even resorted to getting Pizza Hut wings. (Don't do that.) A new buffalo wings place opened nearby, but to steal a line from Pod of Horror host Mark Justice, it was a great big pile of suck. Meanwhile, though I never returned to the sub-par Tex-Mex place, I had to drive by it every morning on my way to work. One of the gimmicks was that they made guacamole in-house, and when it was freshly made, they'd have a lit neon sign outside the restaurant, like the "Hot Donuts Now!" sign at Krispy Kreme. But the dullards kept forgetting to turn it off, so half the time the "Guac" sign would be lit when I'd drive past at 5:45 AM, which sort of missed the point.
It was a dark time in my life. But there was a rainbow on the horizon...
At the end of March, a brand-new buffalo wings place opened, a mere mile from my house. More flavors of wings than Baskin Robbins has flavors of ice cream. And unlike a lot of other places, they aren't stingy about letting you mix-and-match flavors. Pure buffalo wing excellence on every level.
And as of this week, the sub-par Tex-Mex place has met its deserved fate. It's history. If you want to lease the building, I'll get you the contact information.
I could cackle with maniacal laughter, but that would be beneath me.
A little over a year ago, I went to a brand-new Tex-Mex restaurant, visions of burritos dancing through my head. Sadly, though the prices and wait time were that of a sit-down restaurant, the burrito was Taco Bell all the way. I figured this place was doomed, set a date for their predicted demise (three months in the future), and promised that my blog would contain periodic updates on the situation.
Before doomsday could arrive, the best buffalo wings place in my area closed, even though there was no evidence that they were in trouble. Just like in MY NAME IS EARL, the wobbly fingers of karma had pointed in my direction, terminating my favorite restaurant while keeping the sub-par Tex-Mex place alive.
The next several months were difficult ones. I even resorted to getting Pizza Hut wings. (Don't do that.) A new buffalo wings place opened nearby, but to steal a line from Pod of Horror host Mark Justice, it was a great big pile of suck. Meanwhile, though I never returned to the sub-par Tex-Mex place, I had to drive by it every morning on my way to work. One of the gimmicks was that they made guacamole in-house, and when it was freshly made, they'd have a lit neon sign outside the restaurant, like the "Hot Donuts Now!" sign at Krispy Kreme. But the dullards kept forgetting to turn it off, so half the time the "Guac" sign would be lit when I'd drive past at 5:45 AM, which sort of missed the point.
It was a dark time in my life. But there was a rainbow on the horizon...
At the end of March, a brand-new buffalo wings place opened, a mere mile from my house. More flavors of wings than Baskin Robbins has flavors of ice cream. And unlike a lot of other places, they aren't stingy about letting you mix-and-match flavors. Pure buffalo wing excellence on every level.
And as of this week, the sub-par Tex-Mex place has met its deserved fate. It's history. If you want to lease the building, I'll get you the contact information.
I could cackle with maniacal laughter, but that would be beneath me.
posted by Jeff Strand at 5:02 PM
1 Comments:
I heart wings. I heart any food that makes you cry when you eat it.
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