I haven't been in a bar for about 3 years (take away the house bars at the track), but my mother and I found ourselves at a new bar today run by Mexicans. It was new because we had never been there before, despite having seen it a thousand times next to the bank. It was like 12:30 in the afternoon so no one was there, it was very, very nice; a great ambiance. Dim lights, low Mexican music, MX v IT on the TV. It has been a shitty 7 years, so we decided to spring for top shelf using her house-money for the week. She started off with a mojito, made the right way. And I with a pina coloda. We then moved on. I to my new favorite drink (and I feel like such a pussy...), sour-apple martini; and she with an order she had to put in three times only to be told in Spanish that "Americans don't know how to drink" - vodka with a splash of diet coke. Always diet.
Good times, salsa salad.