Chaz and I kept some distance when we first met way back in the day, but we have had a pretty civil relationship since then. At least I think we have. (Indeed we have, my dear friend. -Chaz)
For a while Todd and I kept a secret from the others, and that built a bond. We kept getting large salsas. At first we didn’t ask for them, they just gave us large cups. No idea why. Then we asked for them after they stopped coming automatically. But we pretended that we were doing some trick that Dave and Chaz didn’t know. Tee hee.
But Dave… for some reason Dave pushes my buttons at times. We get along quite well and have rarely had any instances where we were mad for more than about 30 seconds. But we have different tastes in music and TV shows sometimes, girls usually and sports teams almost ALWAYS. But we really do agree to disagree and are totally fine within seconds. I think I call him David because of Dave Letterman’s mom. Anytime Dave (Letterman) makes some joke at her expense, she always says “Oh, David!” So yeah, that’s part of where my tone comes from.
Oh, and that rice? That rice is horrible. Their regular rice is OK, but the special red rice? Never, ever, EVER have anything with the “special rice” at Cinco.
Tonight’s menu: the number 34 – arroz con camaron.