Jim and I went to Rubio's tonight. Surprise! The cashier was pretty funny. Jim ordered his chicken burrito and the guy deadpans, "Sorry, we're out of chicken." I was a little confused at first but caught on faster than Jim. Later on, the dude said it was $5 to sit outside, and I said I'd better get a clean table for that much (he was out there wiping down tables). He then wiped a streak onto the table and held out his hand for the money. Good stuff. Although Jim forgot to hold the white sauce, he enjoyed his fish taco anyway. The nachos were good but unremarkable.

I ate dinner with my parents for the first time in who knows how long. We ate the enchiladas that I assembled the day before. My mom burned them, but they were still pretty good. I was all in all happy with how they turned out. They were awfully filling. We had them with the Spanish rice, which totally macked. I definitely did all right with that dish. Can't be mad at that one.