Plastic Forks

I didn't realize until the end... but I had eaten my meal with the plastic fork and plastic knife the waitress had brought me wrapped in a nice napkin.

TexMes in Vegas: The pinnacle of class.

Things I overheard the old lady next to me say

I was seated next to an elderly couple from somewhere in the Mountain time zone. They were seated right before I arrived, as they were still looking at the menu. The old woman was a hoot... here are some of the highlights:

• While looking at a bowl of tortilla chips being delivered to the next table: "Oooo... that looks good, honey... look at that!"
• Upon realizing there was now way to just get a burrito a la carte she asked the waitress for a beef burrito deep fried. Waitress: "So you want the chimichanga right here?" Her: "No no... I want this deep fried burrito."
• Looking at her husband: "What did you get honey? I got this deep friend burrito. This one right here." She points at the Chimichanga.
• Upon cutting into her chimichanga. "Oh honey, look at this! It's hamburger! When they said beef burrito I thought she meant roast beef... hmm... I've never had hamburger in a burrito... I better ask to make sure they did it right."
• Upon eating the first bite of said chimichanga. "Oh my... this is delicious! But you know... there's no way to ruin hamburger..."
• Once she realized the dish was $10. "Ten Dollars! My my my... things are so expensive in Vegas!"

This was the highlight of my trip.

What was I thinking part 2

This is what I ordered:

I ask again... what was I thinking?

What was I thinking?

I had arrived to the airport 2 hours early and there were no lines anywhere. I realized that I had not eaten anything today, nor would since I was in a plane the rest of the day, and that lunch would be a good thing to do.

So I looked around McCarren airport and saw only three things to eat:

1. A TexMex Restaurant
2. Big Al's Chicago Cuisine
3. Another Starbucks

I had already had coffee, this eliminates number 3. I figured that there would be even more limited options within the security section of the airport... so it came down to which of the two places I thought would make me feel less awful. Judging by the mini-pizza boxes at Big Al's Chicago Cuisine I decided TexMex.

That was a ridiculous decision.

I better have to go to the bathroom before I get on the plane... or this could get ugly.