I was all set for Jim to eat some leftovers for dinner tonight, but he decided that he wanted to go out to eat. We haven't actually gone out to eat all week, so I guess we were due. We ended up at Chevy's in the middle of Happy Hour, so we sat down in bar area and got a super deal with a $3 appetizer (nachos grande, sub black beans for chicken), a $3.25 raspberry-strawberry margarita (for Jim of course), and dinner entrees of fajitas (portabello mushroom and asparagus for me, the mixed grill for Jim). I am not at all at tequila fan, so I don't care for margaritas, but there is almost no alcohol in Chevy's margaritas, so it wasn't awful. I hogged the raspberry topping, though and left most of the drink to Jim.
The nachos were surprisingly good and awfully generous considering the Happy Hour price. And their fajitas were as good as they always are. Jim bit into something hot and was griping about it. I was extended my sympathy when I bit into something hot and then the tears starting coming. Not really, but I got sniffly pretty quickly. It was horrible.
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