At Moe's

When mom calls and wants to know where we want to meet for dinner, she runs through a list of options, "Do you want Olive Garden? Uno's? Mariachi's? Um, one of those other places in Lansdowne? Uh...Mimi's?"
I answer that I'm tired of eating out and I'm not really into any of those places but want to know which are the other places she's describing in Lansdowne, but she doesn't know. Mom says she'll call Matt and Lisa and find out what they want.
A few minutes later she calls back to report that Matt and Lisa won't be joining us and she has gotten no further on the dinner location decision. "How about this," she says, "How about MIMI's?!" with extra emphasis. I tell mom that I don't want to eat there and she's the only one who likes that place.
"Oh, I'm the only one who likes Mimi's?" she repeats, but as if she was verifying that information with herself.
We end up picking Moe's, which mom hates, but the rest of us like enough because it is Mexican and you don't have to wait for someone to serve you so you can get in and out fairly quick. Mom orders the Triple Lindy burrito, but complains that it is too spicy when she sits down to eat it at the table. She asks my dad a couple times if there's something spicy in her burrito to which he answers, "I don't know, you ordered it."
Later we are talking about a television news program that featured the prototype for a car that can drive itself. Mom, infamous for her highway travels, professes that she cannot wait for the robot car. She then relates that she imagines the driver will be that salsa cyborg from those Chi-Chi's commercials, repeatedly saying "I want chicken and chi-chi's."