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Mike's Blog

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Monday, October 11, 2004

Dude, Where's My Queso?

Friday night we decided to head out to Ally's fave Mexican food place, Chuy's. If you are familiar with Chuy's then you know they can get busy...especially on Friday nights. And this was no normal Friday night...this was Texas-OU weekend aka The Red River Shootout. The weekend when every moron comes out of the woodwork with their burnt orange or sooner red gear on and takes Dallas by storm. It's great for the local economy, but that's about it. They screw up traffic, occupy every hotel/motel in the metroplex and over-crowd all restaurants. So we show up at Chuy's and get on the list after being told the wait is only 20-30 minutes. We hit the bar for a Pacifico for me and a Girlyrita for Al. After sitting there for only a few minutes after getting our drinks our flashing/vibrating pager goes off and it's time to be seating. Total waiting time: 10 mins (SWEET!)
and then?
So they walk us out to the Elvis room and sit us at this great two-person booth right by the low wall which faces the street. Although it seemed like we were sitting on the center line of Knox the near misses on the crosswalk and the drunken morons hanging out of cabs yelling made for great entertainment as WE SAT AND WAITED FOR A WAITER FOR 15 MINUTES!! This may have been ok if they would have brought us chips and salsa, but no. The waiter walked around our section no less than 5 times and even made eye contact with Ally! They guy only had 3 tables including us at this point. So I tripped the hostess as she walked by the for the 3rd time. Once she was able to regain composure and pick up all of her menus I inquired about getting a waiter to our table. She said his name was Gary and he would be right with us. Riiiiiiight. So a couple of minutes later, after the hostess had to bring us our chips and salsa, Gary decides to grace us with his presents.
and then?
No "sorry"(acceptable), no "man I am really swamped with tables"(LIE), no "I am just getting used to this wooden leg after the fishing accident"(Arrr matey!)...NOTHING! So the tip meter is hovering around...oh I don't know...ZERO! But we give him a chance to redeem himself and we place our order right away which included a bowl of queso (which Captain Numbnuts suggested) to start off.
and then?
So we wait for our queso, and wait, and wait, then guess what...we waited some more. Meanwhile a group had got up and left next to us, they cleaned the table, sat a couple at it, Gary took their order, and HE BRINGS THEM A BOWL OF QUESO! I would have gotten his attention, but he was too busy flirting with the two tables of Britney Spears lookalikes next to us so needless to say I didn't have the right equipment.
and then?
We left. We stood straight up, I finished my Pacifico and we headed for the door. As we reached the door Gary came up to us and said "hey guys...heh...leave something in the car?" At this point I grabbed him by the shoulders and kicked him square in the junk. Gary hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, writhing around in agony. I threw the duece and we hit the bricks.
and theen?
Ok so it didn't go down exactly like that, but you get the point. I'm pretty sure no one even saw us leave considering they didn't pay attention to us when were sitting there as paying customers!

Moral of the Story: Gary sucks! But we will still go back to Chuy's because the food is awesome!
and theeeeen?
NO and then!


  • Mon Oct 11, 11:05:00 AM CDT
    Blogger Fin sat naked at the computer and typed…

    Lol I love your profile... blah blah blah blah.

  • Mon Oct 11, 03:29:00 PM CDT
    Blogger Mike sat naked at the computer and typed…


  • Wed Oct 13, 01:37:00 AM CDT
    Blogger Texas Gurl sat naked at the computer and typed…

    i love chuy's too. tx/ou weekend--i had gone to visit my parents who live on the texas/oklahoma border. i came back to dallas on friday evening and was the only person on I35 southbound with texas plates. every ten miles it seemed like there was a hi-po with an okie pulled over. couldn't help but giggle to myself as i passed each one. hehe.

  • Wed Oct 13, 07:12:00 AM CDT
    Blogger Mike sat naked at the computer and typed…

    Gotta squeeze every last dollar out of those okies while we have them in OUR state!

    Seen on a bumpersticker: Welcome to Texas, NOW GO HOME!


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