This night was probably doomed from the start.

We started bickering about some dumb question about how many people use ATMs before we even got to Cinco. Then, the restaurant was packed, and we had to sit outside in the freezing wind while all the “fun” people were inside. And when we got our food, it turned out to be a weird sandwich. Any one of those things by itself would have been fairly minor, but when they all combined it was just more than our little crew could handle.

Tonight’s menu: the number 57 – ham & egg sandwich.