April 20, 2012. Freaking Crap Meal In Pueblo, CO.

 The Hawthornes are now alternating

choosing our restaurant meals.

It's only fair.

I was jonesin' for Mexican.

So I consulted my new phone

and it told me to go to Three Margaritas.

The reviews were good
and it was full of Hispanics.
That's usually a good sign.
Not this time.

Crap meal.

But I did get an idea for a side dish.

A side dish I can improve upon.

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 I didn't order this.

It was brought to the table with the salsa.

Rosie Likey!

It's chopped mushrooms,

julienned carrots, 

chopped red onions and green peppers,

cilantro,

with a heap of lime juice.

 The salsa was good too.

Lots of heat.

 Mr. H. got the Caesar salad with grilled chicken

and salty-assed croutons, which he didn't eat.

Unacceptable to both of us.

 I had a hankering for a chili relleno and an enchilada.

 Just UGH!

Why oh why, Rosie,

do you torture yourself this way?

I thought this restaurant might be good 

because of all the reviews I read 

and the fact that it was packed with Hispanics.

It sucked.

I should have ordered three margaritas
and been done with it.

Montezuma's Revenge hit me.

Or as Mr. Hawthorne called it,

"Rosie had a Mexican enema."

Sorry, folks.

I call it like it happens.