2 Cadillac Margaritas in and a mostly finished plate of chicken flautas... Why is it some places call them taquitos and other places flautas?
I though flour was flautas corn was taquitos..
Anywho.. this place is a bit of a sit on the wall and watch people.. one of the bartenders reminds me of my brother... Unable to take responsibility and blame everything... Now this may do me harsh but watching him it's obvious he's struggling behind there, he's got the gift of gab.. which helps to cover his inabilities...
Now i have flautas and 2 mar.. Cadillac Margaritas to walk off..
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