Nothing beats having the owner of your favorite restaurant know your name. Perhaps going to said restaurant with three of your favorite people does. Last night, the Prof (one of my favorite people) and another couple who I just adore went to dinner and then a musical. Yeah, big city living here in northwestern PA. Um, right. So we went to my favorite restaurant here called Latinos and I ate my usual: cheese tamales and cheese enchiladas with mole. Holy mole are those enchiladas the best. I could eat them every day. And what else did I learn last night? They make killer mojitos. Not too strong but not so weak that you feel you must consume four more. I would have consumed four more but I doubt being completely drunk at Dirty Rotten Scoundrels would have been very lady-like and we all know I'm all about being a lady. The own tempted us before we left with fried plantains. Oh yeah, what a great end to a fabulous dinner.
The thing about this restaurant I love is that no one is ever there. Typically, that would cause palpitations because I would fear my beloved restaurant would close due to lack of patronage. Not so here. Our fine restaurateur also owns a software company and all he cares about is serving fine Mexican food in our humble city. I could kiss this man, but I won't. The Prof might think it a bit odd. I almost talked our table into giving the piano player a group hug because the man was about 80 years old AND SO ADORABLE! We all know about my weird obsession with old men.
After spending eons searching for a parking spot, seriously, eons, we found a spot just in time to be late for the opening of the show. And then the fifth person in our party couldn't find a parking spot, apparently, my fair city can't handle a Broadway tour, The Cable Guy, and the local production of Little Women. Finally we found our seats and enjoyed the musical.
Now it's Saturday night, and we are going to have a relaxing evening eating a lot of food and watching Slapshot. Because we are just classy that way.