Tonight we went to La Hacienda after Beth declared she needed a margarita. I had been there once with coworkers. It’s a typical Mexican-American restaurant but just a notch above the chain that is closest to work and Werthan.
Just before I’m going to order a water to replace my empty margarita glass, our waiter brings another margarita. I give him a weird look and he says “happy hour.” Score! Eventually Beth passed on her second drink. Then our waiter came back and asked Beth if she was ready. She thought he was referring to the check but I knew it was the drink. Sure enough he brought another drink we sipped on.
I haven’t had a cheap margarita buzz since I was at Tres Hombres in Carbondale.
