also, i might add that the food was not as good as in high school. granted, it is still way above average, the food didn't live up to my expectations from the past.
Between having to listen to Red serenade Alphamale and having a guy so fat his belly scrapped the ground when he sat down at the table next to us, I could have been permanently scarred.
Apart from that good tacos and conversation as always.
So you won't have to listen to me serenade you anymore, and so you can now consider yourself a real Texan, here's Al Dean and the All Stars playing "Jalisco"
I'm gonna go ahead and put a stop to this Breakfast Hitler right now, 'cause eventually he'll run out of other morans to run off and focus his hate on me.
Of course, Breakfast Hitler is still welcome to attend our next meeting.
Do y'all have time off for the holidays during the week? If yes, we could use this opportunity to explore a taco joint that isn't as location-friendly.