Acapulco Enchilada

26 June 2008

Thursday.  I should already be gone, but I’m not.  My last night in town . . . I wanted TexMex.  We started to head toward Mexican Inn, but then I realized that it was nearly 8:30 p.m. already, and they close at nine.  We hate that, by the way.  If you’re reading this and you have any sway with the upper management at Mexican Inn—we think nine p.m. is a stupid-early hour to close a restaurant—especially one that makes good margaritas!

So, rather than feel rushed or self-conscious, I opted for Kyle to take us to our old haunt, Acapulco Cafe, instead.  This is my (cheese) enchilada there.

Although my packing is mostly done—just a few personal items left to deal with in the morning—I’m still in denial.  I hate leaving home.