Daybreak? nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom… I think this must be how they serve their plates. This is what mine always looks like.
Actually this time, we (my other half and I) went with another couple the morning after a late evening that included a stint at the White Elephant (side note part 1: last time I was at White Elephant I threw up in the planter box outside at 3pm so I try not to frequent all too often). She laughed at how much I ordered then I amazed (might not be the right word) her with the fact I ate it all . Yes, I was hungry…so, yeah, I ate it all (and four pieces of toast off her boyfriend’s plate which I dipped in salsa. Oh god, it was delicious…).
Side note part 2: There was this taco place (who will remain nameless because I’m about to talk shit) that was across the street from where I live and connected to a bar. So I would drink too much and go eat tacos, maybe twice (four or five times. Get off me) a week. WELL, once I ate there sober. Life changing. I finally found out…it actually does not taste good. Not good at all… It’s like the first time you eat Whataburger sober after college. You realize it’s not delicious and you question why you have been doing this to yourself for years.
It’s asounding the impact alcohol has on your tastebuds. I don’t even want to know what Taco Bell tastes like (speaking of which, I think I left my credit card there Friday night. Might need to look into that…).