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Almost a year after LK made the suggestion, I FINALLY got to Fat Ernie’s this week! And boy was it worth the wait. No, I mean, I shouldn’t have waited so long. No, I’m not sure what I’m saying other than if I ate at this place every week, I’d be buying new pants! Who doesn’t love a place that has an all you can eat special every single day of the week?

“You know I like my chicken fried. Cold beer on a Friday night.”

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I’m a sucker for advertisement… And since I’ve never LOVED Wendy’s fries, I decided I’d give their “natural cut fries with sea salt” a try.

First of all, let’s be clear here: No matter what you fry the fries in and what kind of salt you put on them, they’re NOT healthy. I’m not sure they’re marketing for health appeal, I think it’s more from a “real deal” perspective. And while these fries were leaps and bounds better than their old fries (unfortunately, this means I’ll want Wendy’s more often than just a random cheeseburger), they weren’t anything amazing. They were crunchy (which is an upgrade from their old soggy fries). And they were ironically overly salty (whereas I remember Wendy’s as the place that throws salt in your bag because their fries are so bland).  Let’s meet in the middle on the salt wagon, Wendy!

We’ll still throw in a packet of salt. But you won’t need it!

Overall, though, the fries were an upgrade from the old. And Wendy’s must know it, too, because they’ve flat out replaced the old fries with these newbies. They’re marketed as “naturally cut from a Russet potato with skins on.” I definitely didn’t think they tasted fresh cut and fried, but still. Upgrade.

Mmmmmmmmmm… Salvadoran food! Wait, what exactly IS Salvadoran food? Who knows, but Karla and I were excited to check it out! We sat down to a menu of mostly Spanish words. Where are Lakree’s flashcards when we need them? There was some basic use of common sense (Karla figured out one section heading meant breakfast foods), some use of context (I figured out another section was main dishes or special plates). And lots of use of English text under dishes to determine if we wanted them. In most cases, we DID want them.

Unfortunately the great hail storm/flood of 2010 was approaching….


Haha! This looks kinda gross. But it really wasn’t. And I’m leaving it. Click on if you’d like to read more, despite this picture!

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I like my Mexican food like I like my hookers, fast and cheap. Too far? OK, I’ve never done anything with a prosty. And I guess at least they’re earning a living. But, what I DO like and DO have a lot of experience with is Mexican food. I’d eat it every freaking day if 1. I didn’t swear it off every time I ate it because I over-eat and 2. I wouldn’t get as fat as Gilbert Grape’s mom. Too far again? I can’t ever tell. I mean, come on, the poor woman was fat enough they had to put reinforcements in the basement to hold her and burn the house down after she died. Sad? Yes. But do I want to be her? No. So I try to limit my Mexican intake. Both food and boys. OK. That was tacky.

I like my salsa like I like my boys: Hot and spicy. Aye! Aye! Aye!

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After a delicious dinner at El Mexico, Jeanette and I headed down (or would it be up? probably up) the street for drinks at Whiskey Dicks. I’ll admit I have wanted to go there for about a year, before it was Whiskey Dicks (when it was Old English Pub), so I’m amped that it’s my VERY FIRST bar review. My curiosity stemmed from knowing my great aunt and uncle used to own the building and run a grocery store in it. A few of my uncles even lived in the apartment over the store. Well, that’s when it was an apartment. I think it’s used for an office now. But I digress. We’re off to Whiskey Dicks. The good kind. Not the kind that ruins your night….. Hopefully.


What girl doesn’t want a little whiskey dick in her life? Oh, wait. Right…

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Anyone who knows me know I love Mexican food. Moreover, I LOVE cheese dip or queso or whatever you want to call that melty, creamy, cheesy goodness Mexican restaurants serve. I may or may not consider myself a connoisseur. But I definitely like all things cheese. So when Jeanette suggested Mexican fair, margaritas included, I was in. Hey, she says you’re either in or you’re in the way. Get outta my way, because I’m in. We finally settled on El Mexico Cafe. I’ve only been once. She’s a virgin. Get ready South Seneca, we’re coming!

Mmmmmm… Fried flour taco with beef y mucho queso? Si, senorita!

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