Yesterday, we went to Taqueria and had a great time as usual, though perhaps a little more than usual with two west side margaritas instead of my normal one. Two west wides (top shelf) = giggly v.
We take our time when we go to Taqueria and sit at the bar so we follow the same ritual. First we order drinks then apps (typically cheese dip or guac and asada, my favorite smoky salsa). Then we hang out for a while before ordering our tacos and then we go. We were in the final stages of taco eating, when I noticed a lady come up to Adrian (the friendly guy who typically runs the bar seats) to claim their bar seats and overheard him say, "these two seats are open but you'll have to wait til I have three open together so maybe these two will stay open." I turned and looked to J's right where one seat was open (next to that open seat was a single) and so I offered for us to move down.
I'm one of these people who like to talk to strangers in stores and restaurants. I strike up conversations in elevators, waiting in line to pay, though really always with women, now that I think about it. So the lady for whose family we moved down was grateful and we struck up a conversation about food. Dessert, as it turns out, is another hidden secret, not mentioned on the menu. As a thank you for us moving down a seat, she treated us to the dessert.
Truly, it reminds me of rice pudding sans the rice. The custardy top, once broken, yields a soft, creamy milky pudding-like structure. A little sweet, but also palate cleansing. On top is a swirl of thick chocolate sauce and a sprinkling of cinnamon. Incredibly tasty. I need to strike up more random conversations in the future.
Today, just after noon, we headed over to Royal China to satisfy my craving for dim sum. It was one of our best experiences there. The service was spot on, the food great. All except for J's char siu rice noodles which arrived cold.
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