I had chicken tacos, and he had Panchos Nachos.
One of Anthony's admirable traits is that he has a methodical, often precision way of doing things. He strives (and achieves) a level of performing tasks that I could only wish for. He demonstrated this tonight when he added extra ingredients that they have at the salsa bar to his nachos. After carefully adding the items, he ate his creation.
I just threw some salsa on my tacos. That's the difference between him and I. He's a precision nacho builder, and I'm a salsa dumper.
|El Taco Tote on Wilmot Road|
as seen from the south side of the parking lot
|Sneaky photo of Anthony:|
Walking with purpose...
to go build his perfect nachos.
|We actually ate in a restaurant with people in it.|
It's a miracle!
|Cucumbers, radishes, chips and salsa.|
My hors d'oeuvres.
|ChicKEN tacos, beans and rice for Ken.|
|Anthony's nachos before he perfected them.|
(One little tomato on the table tried to make an escape...
run little tomato, run)
|He adds cilantro...|
|A cup of baby puke (a.k.a. green salsa)...|
|And he's made Anthony perfect nachos.|
Om nom nom.