"Did you really just order a Tom Collins at a Mexican restaurant?" B. asked, after the waitress, whose first language was clearly Spanish, left to attempt to convey my order to the bartender. (I don't think "Tom Collins" is the easiest thing to remember or repeat if English is not your first language.)
Sure enough, she came back shaking her head.
"I'll have a raspberry daiquiri," I said, aiming for something clearly displayed on the menu this time.
It arrived a bright Valentine pink, not a normal raspberry color.
"How is it?" B. asked.
"It tastes a lot like a snow-cone," I said.
Sure enough, she came back shaking her head.
"I'll have a raspberry daiquiri," I said, aiming for something clearly displayed on the menu this time.
It arrived a bright Valentine pink, not a normal raspberry color.
"How is it?" B. asked.
"It tastes a lot like a snow-cone," I said.
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