I have a friend at the weekly farmers' market that asks me every time I see him. Well, this time I was able to say that after I left his booth, I hopped a train to San Diego and was met by a longtime friend of mine and others for dinner and drinks.
Of course, with drinks this size, we all only had one each. I couldn't even finish mine. My friend at the farmers' market calls them "fishbowl margaritas," but these were more like kiddie pools. My server made me drink some before he set it down for me because the table was off-balance. Dive in, y'all.
2 comments:
mmmm, they were yummy and just the beginning of a drunken weekend. Thanks for coming down!
San Diego in my mind will always be #1 for Mexican food & drinks. You ladies do me proud!
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