Viva Mexico

Today was my first day back at work after a three-day weekend. Not fun, to say the least. So I decided to take the edge off by having lunch at El Toro, the best Mexican eatery in town.

I gotta say, I love all things Mexicano: the language, the food, the liquor, the super-shady hats, the crazy pistol shooting, the masked wrestlers, the cultural significance of naps, the donkeys, the works. Not to mention how easy and inexpensive it is to get their women into the sack. But I digress.

Right, El Toro. I had two double burrito platters, and chased each one with a shot of the house's hottest hot sauce. The kind you have to ask for special if you're a gringo. But I never have to ask; they know me there.