Hurting the right people is such a hateful phrase… like, you want to hurt EVERYONE, but you have to be reigned in by bigoted masters…
I grew up and lived most of my life until recently in the DFW metroplex. From Fort Worth to Dallas, I’ve lived there and worked there, often not at the same time (commutes always suck there) but my experience with making Hispanic friends is that when I went to a Mexican restaurant in Gardiner, Montana , that me and my other Texan friends waited for months to open, and I ordered Mole.
I’ve had mole. I’ve had mi amigo’s abuela’s mole straight from her cocina. What I was served was a plate of brown shit - somehow flavorless, and offensive to all tastes at the same time.
I don’t ask for refunds, buyer beware and all. We got fully refunded, and shit ALL over their restaurant to everyone we talked to, and I was at the front desk of a hotel in Yellowstone, 5 miles from their doorstep.
Bowling for Soup was right, the Mexican food sucks north of there anyway.
Hurting the right people is such a hateful phrase… like, you want to hurt EVERYONE, but you have to be reigned in by bigoted masters…
I grew up and lived most of my life until recently in the DFW metroplex. From Fort Worth to Dallas, I’ve lived there and worked there, often not at the same time (commutes always suck there) but my experience with making Hispanic friends is that when I went to a Mexican restaurant in Gardiner, Montana , that me and my other Texan friends waited for months to open, and I ordered Mole.
I’ve had mole. I’ve had mi amigo’s abuela’s mole straight from her cocina. What I was served was a plate of brown shit - somehow flavorless, and offensive to all tastes at the same time.
I don’t ask for refunds, buyer beware and all. We got fully refunded, and shit ALL over their restaurant to everyone we talked to, and I was at the front desk of a hotel in Yellowstone, 5 miles from their doorstep.
Bowling for Soup was right, the Mexican food sucks north of there anyway.