Small life lesson #1
So allie told me not to tempt fate, but i did.
I decided to go get some food after work today, i didn't know what but i knew i was going to find it.
I start my trip down westheimer and its almost like im trying every food place on westheimer....but yah i see ninfas coming up and im like "yes mexican food" so i turn in and i park.
This is where things are kinda iffy.
I go inside, there are 2 people at the bar, and 2 tables that actually have people. So i was like...ok, when was ninfas ever so empty. BUT OH. I get seated by the one waitress in the joint (and she is the bar tender).
So i open up the menu and low and behold....its mama ninfas. What crap. If you put a big glowing sign on your building you should be required to put the whole name. I was cheated.
So after examining the $15 fajitas i chose them out of spite because i was not going to tip very well after being forced to eat here so it would even out (almost).
So about 5 minutes in this girl brings me my chips, im like cool. They suck. She also brought 2 things of salsa, a green and a red. They both had spoons in them. What a waste of spoons, i didn't even have a plate. What was i supposed to do with them? whatever...so i eat my chips from this tiny basket.
I finish the first basket of chips and my tea. The waitress comes and fills my tea and takes the chip basket...all good. 5 minutes pass. 10 minutes pass. YES! the chip mexican has returned.
So i get re-chipped and that lasts about 5 minutes. Now you have to think, i have been downing these chips like nothing.
So i was really focused on finishing them cause i was starving....like Justin when he is starving, its crazy. So i look for the chip mexican and.....WT?! i see her like in the booth behind this guy giving him a back rup....weird. Needless to say she took longer to get my chips this time around, and my tea was empty.
I guess this story is not the weirdest but you never know, i thought i was in the mexican mafia storefront or something. Because appartently the guys in the booth in the back corner owned the joint and random people would come and sit down and talk to them and just leave....so yah.
Before you are too bored, here is the morals of the story...
Lesson: Never go to a mexican resteraunt when there are no cars in the parking lot.
Lesson2: Never assume that "Ninfas" means decent mexican food, you might just end up with the mafia.
So there.
I decided to go get some food after work today, i didn't know what but i knew i was going to find it.
I start my trip down westheimer and its almost like im trying every food place on westheimer....but yah i see ninfas coming up and im like "yes mexican food" so i turn in and i park.
This is where things are kinda iffy.
I go inside, there are 2 people at the bar, and 2 tables that actually have people. So i was like...ok, when was ninfas ever so empty. BUT OH. I get seated by the one waitress in the joint (and she is the bar tender).
So i open up the menu and low and behold....its mama ninfas. What crap. If you put a big glowing sign on your building you should be required to put the whole name. I was cheated.
So after examining the $15 fajitas i chose them out of spite because i was not going to tip very well after being forced to eat here so it would even out (almost).
So about 5 minutes in this girl brings me my chips, im like cool. They suck. She also brought 2 things of salsa, a green and a red. They both had spoons in them. What a waste of spoons, i didn't even have a plate. What was i supposed to do with them? whatever...so i eat my chips from this tiny basket.
I finish the first basket of chips and my tea. The waitress comes and fills my tea and takes the chip basket...all good. 5 minutes pass. 10 minutes pass. YES! the chip mexican has returned.
So i get re-chipped and that lasts about 5 minutes. Now you have to think, i have been downing these chips like nothing.
So i was really focused on finishing them cause i was starving....like Justin when he is starving, its crazy. So i look for the chip mexican and.....WT?! i see her like in the booth behind this guy giving him a back rup....weird. Needless to say she took longer to get my chips this time around, and my tea was empty.
I guess this story is not the weirdest but you never know, i thought i was in the mexican mafia storefront or something. Because appartently the guys in the booth in the back corner owned the joint and random people would come and sit down and talk to them and just leave....so yah.
Before you are too bored, here is the morals of the story...
Lesson: Never go to a mexican resteraunt when there are no cars in the parking lot.
Lesson2: Never assume that "Ninfas" means decent mexican food, you might just end up with the mafia.
So there.