15 June 2011

Death Nachos

My advice: anytime someone gives you a tip about food they've previously eaten at a place you haven't - take it!

Tried to go to a baseball game the other night. Had tickets. Asked a few friends to go with me. Met up and tried to head to the stadium. One friend paid for parking nearby, the other brought some peanuts. Planned on quickly meeting our fourth at the field. Problem was - it was raining. We thought it might pass, so we dropped by a bar that was close to the stadium. A couple drinks in, we realized we were in for a wait at the least. One good buddy had been to the bar and grabbed a new brew for each of us to try. Another buddy decided he needed some food and ordered an app.

When the nachos arrived, we dug in. Well, three of us dug in. The fourth - the one who had been to the bar before - proceded to inform us that the nachos had been a problem for his brother the last time he came. Not initially, of course. But he described a process of sitting on a throne that didn't really appeal to those of us still chewing the nachos. After a second or two of thought, we all decided that it was just a risk we were willing to take - and all four of us went back to devouring the plate of chips, cheese and meat.

The rain never did stop. The game was post-poned, and the four of us found a more comfortable establishment to eat and drink at closer to home. I, being the DD, rested on my two earlier beers, and went with Pepsi for the rest of the night. Which ended up being a fairly short one, as we all made it home at a decent hour. My night in bed ended up being really short, too - I woke about four hours into dreamland with some distinct pains in my abdomin.

Long story, but end result? The nachos didn't taste as good coming up as they did going down.

Post script from later in the day: 30 minutes sitting on a throne depositing fluids mid-day was no fun either!