What the Heck's Tex-Mex?

Whenever I walk into a restaurant these days I feel compelled to comment on how many people it contains. If it is crowded I dramatically ask the Heavens, "Where is this so-called 'bad economy' about which everyone speaks?" Alternatively, if it is sparse, I marvel at how well the restaurant is surviving in spite of the 'bad economy'.

The other night we walked into a popular Tex-Mex (whatever THAT is) restaurant to see this:

Now it can't always be the 'bad economy' that results in a slow hour. So I searched high and low looking for some other reason as to why this place was so desolate.

It couldn't have been the snakes slithering all over the walls...

or the oddly Italian-themed artwork...



and there's no reason to dislike the 80s bands-inspired uniforms:





and so what if there are lizards on the ceiling that could drop into your plato Gordo at any moment?



and who doesn't have a decapitated head out front?



And I'm pretty sure walking in twenty minutes before closing had nothing to do with it.

I mean, we're talking about a Saturday night, people. Where IS everybody? I guess we'll never know.







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Butter Bean is a Pygmy Goat. He's a Pisces, likes walks in the park, sunsets and music that you can dance to.

He's also litter box trained. Seriously.

He also likes this chair.



A lot.

If the chair falls over, he will complain at the top of his lungs until you prop it back up for him to climb back into. Butter Bean comes to us today by way of Melodie over at Laughing Duck Farm.