My mom, who had been waiting at the restaurant the longest, requests to order last. Mom asks the waitress which is better: the Sweetwater Roast Chicken Salad or the Chicken Tostada. The waitress recommends the Chicken Tostada, which is what my mom orders, but forgets by the time they start bringing out the plates. She enjoys the tostada and is pleased with her choice.
Also, my brother was informed his butt smelled and that he needed to leave the restaurant by a waiter who snuck up behind him and happens to be his friend.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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