E. Damn you E. E was supposed to be Oaxacan food at El Texate. But turned into a 30 minute debate in the middle of the street about where to reconvene when they were closed for parking lot repair. (wtf?)
"El Chollo!" shout the Ravals.
"Enterprise Fish Company could be okay" says me.
"El Indio is the only acceptable option" broods Kevin.
Cam and Alli, the newbies, sit quietly wondering what they have gotten themselves into.
"Euphoria Rawvolution" whispers Linda.
"El Chollo has better margaritas than El Indio" says Chris.
"Do they have alcohol at Rawvolution?" inquires me.
"We could go to Versailles" Linda spats.
"Does Versailles start with an E?" I refute.
"I don't want to go to Culver City, it's too far" grumbles Alli.
"El Chollo!" shouts Alan.
"El Chollo!" shouts the Ravals.
"El Chollo." repeats Aaron.
With all the shouting and grumbling, Kevin conceded and we went to El Chollo.
El Chollo was loud. Margaritas were smooth. Conversation silly and entertaining. (Apparently the Appels are snobs, Chris hates Ponyo - while Alli loves Ponyo, Manish wants to run away, Sage hates Body Worlds, and Aaron likes teriyaki burgers.)
Cam was gnawing on his nails, Kevin and Alan were re-hashing the same old same old (music, art, architecture), Linda was low-talking to Manish (something about wanting to change her name), Alli was explaining her upcoming blow dry bar to Chris, Sage and I were polishing off the chips and salsa.
The food... well... who hasn't eaten sloppy Mexican before? It was good, but not great. (but of course, this is a snob talking). No one seemed to weigh in on the quality or flavors, probably because like I said, it was our fallback plan and we all knew what to expect.
Alan ordered the #4 which was supposed to be 2 enchiladas, but they brought him 4 enchiladas which was enough food for 4 people. The bill came and Aaron pointed out that Alan's meal was $28. So, in true recession form, Alan offered to give back 2 uneaten enchiladas to credit the bill and save food. Lucky for Alan, the waiter credited the bill AND Alan got to take home the leftovers. The pitchers of margaritas were $35 each. Sheeeeesh, was that magic tequila and organic limes? Hardly.
Oh, there was an Ice Cube spotting. Or Kevin made that up to make the restaurant more appealing. Not sure which one.
Sage talked a lot about Jamaica while Manish rolled his eyes.
Linda shared that she is in Debtors Anonymous.
Aaron scolded Kevin and I for not trying the yogurt sauce on our Sarnoff burgers.
Have no idea what the musings were between Cam and Aaron, but it seemed very mysterious and intriguing.
Chris hates all of her friends (potential) business names.
Alan and Kevin can never sit by each other again.
I was trying to convince the table that my new biz name should be Sugarfoot Events or the very controversial Sugarbox, but got shot down by a very powerful rifle. Bash it stays.
All in all, another good time at Züpper.
On to F!
