You have chosen wisely. Just get that carcass in motion from time to time. Whentf are we going to have a beer?
A handful of us do a couple laps around our giant parking lot at least once a day, which I'm sure helps. The lunch choices are still too heavy though. I need to work on the willpower. If it's not the Mexican it's pho or ramen (both of which have a bunch of good shops nearby the office).
I've told you a couple times now, I can make any night during the week other than Tuesdays happen for beers. Weekends can be doable too, but those would vary week to week. You're the one with kids and ####, so what works for you is probably easier to plan around. My time is pretty much my own (**checks to see if wife is within earshot before typing that out**) outside of Tuesday nights and Saturday mornings before lunch.
I have a feeling he'll be back. He likes the horse racing threads. There's always a lure back here.
I hope he might venture back at some point. He's a really good dude. He was pounding the virtual pavement for me in FL while I was out of work (actually, he had The Ox doing it, but he was doing it at EG's behest, so I'll give him all the credit), doing what he could to help when few other folks there were. Meant to try and meet up with him at some point to try to get him loaded as a thank you, but the Cali thing happened so fast I wasn't able to pull it off.
I guess I do have his email if he decides to stay away.
Good sign for me is walking in and seeing a Mexican soap opera playing on a small TV.
That is a good sign. A better one is when my Asian co-workers and I are the only non-Hispanics in the house and the menu isn't in English.
They really are. Had a carne asada torta on Wednesday from this joint in Santa Ana. Barely 7 bucks after tax and I got 2 meals out of it. Asada was absolutely delicious, as was the bread.
Watched them making tacos while I was in line. They palm the tortilla and then just grab a giant fistful of meat with the shell. Don't even bother scooping it up with a utensil. Were doing burritos too. Each one looked like a mid-sized papoose.
There's also a filthy a$$ food truck that camps out near the off ramp to the 55 near my office that does excellent cubano and carnitas tortas. Two abuelas own/operate it. Watching Abueltia rolling down the highway driving it is always good for a chuckle. Head barely clears the steering wheel.
On the way out of said torta establishment on Wed, we were almost t-boned by some vato driving one of the super low-rider trucks. Turquoise blue, metal flake (king cab, to boot!), with contrasting silver capper. Guy was cool about it though and moved his truck out of the way to let us out of the lot. When we turned the corner I got a look at the tailgate.....ghetto looking Tinkerbell-esque faeries in all their sparkly, resplendent glory flying over a couple of mermaids. Just about the last thing I ever expected to see airbrushed on the back of a low-rider in SA.