Day 179: Rico's

Instead of taking our tacos to go as usual, the E.P. and I decided to dine at our trusty go to mexican restaurant Monday evening. We arrived to find Rico's fairly crowded (David Spade was featured at Cobb's next door that evening), but had no trouble finding a table. A server quickly provided us with chips and salsa, but refused to take our food order as he was not a certified Rico's waiter (AKA he couldn't speak English). After mowing through our first basket of chips, we flagged down another server to ask for some more, and do our taco ordering. Alas, he was also not a certified Rico's order taker (although we did talk him into bringing us dos cervezas). It was now obvious that the only person taking actual food orders was the owner who was at the register servicing walk in customers who were placing to go orders. As we waited patiently for her to find a moment to take our order, the line for take out just kept getting longer and longer. The E.P. finally decided that we had waited long enough, picked up his phone, and proceded to call Rico's from inside the restaurant. Figuring we would place our order to go, and have just enough time to finish our chips and beer before our food was ready, I happily asked him to get me my usual two chicken tacos with black beans guac. Ignoring the next customer in line, the owner answered the phone and took the E.P.'s to go order as we watched from our table. Then, to my great surprise and amusement, when she said the tacos would be done in 15 minutes, the E.P. raised his hand, signaled to her, and told her to send them to our table as soon as they were ready. The slightly stunned look on the owners face turned into a smile as she recognized two of her most loyal customers. P.S. I managed to grub my tacos before taking a picture AGAIN, so here is a picture of the aftermath.