There is a Mexican restaurant down the road from my house that popped up about a year ago in place of a sandwich shop that MrZ loved and I hated. I was happy because bringing refried beans closer to my doorstep is always a good thing. And this place is fantastic. It’s just greasy enough to feel authentic, but not so greasy you walk out with clogged pores. They have cheap Dos Equis and on Wednesdays they have a buffet. Let’s just say we have a spare room set up in their supply closet we go there so often.
Tonight, however, I realized how often we really do go. Our waiter, the same one we always get, essentially knows us by face now and offers bean dip whenever we come in. He also knows to bring NikkiZ’s drink with a lid and that we’ll need an extra thing of salsa because she won’t share.
(For the record – no one wants to share with NikkiZ. She takes a chip, dips it in the salsa, sucks the salsa off, and then dips it again. Using the chip more as a spoon until it gets soggy enough she has to eat it. Then she starts over with another chip. She is redefining “double dipping” for the post-Seinfeld generation.)
One time, NikkiZ had a choking incident that resulted in her gagging all over me. Luckily, I saw it coming and immediately ran out of the restaurant with her before she exploded. Most of her mess was on me – outside. Our waiter sent my friend out with wet rags to clean myself up with and boxed up my dinner for me. Then, when we came back in the next night (I told you – we eat there often) he asked how “The Baby” was.
It’s like have our own neighborhood haunt where the staff all knows us by name. Except that none of the staff speaks English. But hey, who needs English when you have the language of tortillas?
Addition from 2020: I don’t know how I wrote this entry and never told the story about the Mexican restaurant I went to when I was pregnant with E. It was in the town I went to college and I would go there at least once a week for Bean Dip and a Diet Coke which was less than $10 and made me feel like a normal human even though I was 19 and pregnant and struggling.
After I had E, the employees there would take him from me and play with him while I ate. It was so lovely. I always joke that Eliah was made of bean dip and that is why.