El Callejon is very yummy! But we never remember/manage to get there (or else we do think of it, and they have non-toddler-friendly waits). Tonight we called: no wait. Super-yummy dinner. TruckBoy stayed in his seat (some new cars helped, as did the train whistle next door, plus the wandering musicians - "why don't they sing to ME?" he asked).
The atmosphere is so beautiful: under the stars, lush, so much more special than the other places around. Lots of kids also for Boy to look at. Full bar, and tons of delicious choices (a real restaurant, not just a simple taco joint). But prices are very reasonable for the quality.
We got:
--Foodgirl: Make-your-own snapper tacos: grilled snapper in a delectable tomato-onion-herb stewed sauce, with delicious black beans and rice
--TruckBoy: Good guac; very fresh warm tortilla chips; excellent quesadilla (really good cheese, lots of butter, perfectly cooked)
--ABW: Puntas de pollo: yummy-looking chicken dish
Wasn't wild about our salads. Jamaica was good too (but I wish I had gotten a margarita!).
Most significantly, ABW (the understated eater formerly known as "the Dad") gave his highest praise yet since I started this blog. "Was your food scrumptious too?" I asked. He nodded, "It's good. I like this place. That's why I suggested coming here." (That's the equivalent of a regular person gushing about what they ate...."Good" is very high praise from him, much better than "fine" (which means we can come here again) or "ok" (which means I'd prefer not to come here again).
We just have to remember to go back!
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