It made me laugh because the drinks were delivered by our waiter when my other half was in the little boys room. The waiter looked at me, lit my drink on fire then said, “Blow it out. Make a wish. Wish for another margarita” and then walked away. Made me giggle a little regardless of the fact his delivery left a little to be desired. So my boyfriend comes back to the table and the waiter reappeared and lights his drink on fire. He looked at him, and said, “Blow it out. Make a wish. Wish for another margarita.” I didn’t giggle that time. It angered me. I now hate that guy.
I titled this Drinks on Fire but actually everything was on fire. Here are some fajeetas on fire. Actually that’s not my food so I’m not sure what that is on fire, it could be nachos for all I know. This place is so dark, it’s like eating in your closet with the lights off. I think they light your food and drinks on fire so you can finally see who ended up meeting you for dinner. Wear your flame retardant clothes.
It’s what I imagine eating in hell is like.