another Sat night

In the grand scheme of life, does it really matter where you go to try a new restaurant/bar you've never been to? Nope, it doesn't.

But in the case of my Sat ritual with friends where one of us chooses a restaurant, we eat, then we trek to some bar and then another and still another. Let me just say, the restaurant chosen tonight was truly awful. I'd write a yelp review about it but I'm too lazy to figure out what my password is to log into that site.

It was so terrible, I'd have to assume that our meals were pre-cooked, straight out of cans, poured onto dishes, and microwaved for warmness since they were served within five minutes of ordering. I had no idea "authentic" mexican food (as this restaurant claimed) could taste worse than Chevy's. As authentic as processed food can be out of a tin can.

So, why was the place so crowded and my party of four had to wait over 40 minutes for a table? We thought everyone waiting outside in the chilly air knew something we didn't know. Like the food being oh, so delicious and worth the table wait. Oh, no. When we got seated, I took one look around the place and noticed that A) there were more margaritas on the tables than food and B) there wasn't a single mexican person chowing down on the grub. Doesn't that tell us something? When you don't see a Mexican person eating mexican food, that's a red flag. It's like having dim sum at a restaurant without a single chinese person dining also. I think I got food poisoning that night. I would warn others but I don't want to post the restaurant name lest I inadvertently advertise for them.

But the night doesn't end there. A few of us headed to Madrone for the "Michael vs Prince" dance extravaganza. What fun, I'm thinking as we pay our $5 cover. Once in, I had trouble breathing. The place was packed in to the point where you couldn't move more than a few feet past the entrance. I must have been inhaling carbon dioxide when my vision got foggy and dizziness started to set in. WTF? I didn't pay $5 to look at sweaty people rubbing up against each other in a lame attempt to "bust a move" Jackson style.

Then I see friends we know who are heading in our direction. "We're leaving, it's too crowded." I paid my dues and everyone's going? Surveying the scene, we all decided it was best to split and my suggestion to trek down the street to the Fly might be a better bet. Not so. It was just as crowded there with our additional 15 bodies. At least drinks could be ordered and enjoyed rather than spilled on clothing.