Me and the Hubs
We like going to new
places...we like trying things sometimes in the right enviroments...we like
So when we found out a
new resturant/pub was opening really close to our home, we were more than
stoked. Some reason or another, they've been open now for I think two months and
we JUST NOW tried it.
pretty sure is in the Dwigan's creed somewhere.
Anyways, so we went there
and had more than a blast. I loved the pretty teal/light blue colors everything,
Hubsy loved the 5 t.v's set on diffrent ESPN'S...
we both loved the
nachos. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED the
nachos. Like, I even ate fresh tomatos and didn't think
anything of it because of these nachos. They were that type of food that in the
middle, I wanted to meet the person who made every ingrediant and kiss them.
Which would have been pretty easy to do, since it was all made there, and they
tell you where everything is sourced from. Usually, I don't care where my food
is coming from......
In fact I have now
decided I NEVER want to know where my food is coming from for as long as I eat
Like I mentioned
everything was local at this resturant...and they tell you what and where your
food is coming from. Well.... they even tell you body parts for where your cow
that is going into your sammich. And I very very innocently got the
Now firstly, I want everyone to know, I don't usually even like beef. Chicken I'm all about. Ham...is a touchy subject, and pork anything is usually off the menu for me. I
for whatever reason, do love me some cheesesteak....usually, and I'm not
acutally quite sure where or what kind of steak is really is. I thought, well
maybe like "pork butt" or "butt roast" how they sound really gross, but are
usually really good....maybe it's one of those times.
It wasn't one of
Well, I'll re-say it. It
would have been one of those times, if it didn't fall out of the sammich and I
remembered what type of meat it was. This was how it went
like half-a-million nachos.
I tried a
My cheesesteak got
bit into it because I was still really hungry.
I ate a
tater-tot...because they came with....and they WERE TO DIE
I picked up my
thought to myself "hmm that looks like a tounge"
And then I did what you
shold NEVER do when
eating a new food, I looked at it.
And it looked
At which point Hubsy asks
me how my food is, and then just starts laughing at me.
"I knew what it was, I
just didn't want to ruien it for you" he says....
We literally are still
kind of giggling about it. Me mostly because I'm stupid...
He is, because he thinks
his pregnant wife is stupid as well.
of the story: Don't. Eat. Cow. Tounge.