Well, yesterday i finally had the chance to eat in a really weird little hole in the wall mexican resturant. One of the most outstanding features of the restaurant is that the waiter was 9 years old. The name family restaurant has never been more defined for me than yesterday.
I had some kind of meat, and the producers told me to stay away from the salad because I might die. Wel , not die, but get sick. The also forbode me from getting any food from the food carts that are every street because, even ooked, th efod there is almost sure to make me poop my pants.
When I was young and I pooped my pants, I remeber it feeling good.