Amigo Mexican Restaurant – The Twilight Zone

Sunday, September 1, 2013 - by Willie Mae

In the year and a half that I have been writing my stories, I know I have put on at least five pounds (and that is a lot when your bones don’t weigh much anymore). Lois doesn’t worry about that as much, so when I let her choose where we have lunch I can usually expect carbohydrates and lately I feel a little lumpy.

Her choice was Mexican. You can find a Tex-Mex place on nearly every corner in town, but there was a little place called Amigo on Ringgold Road down near Kingwood Pharmacy that interested us. It was in a shopping center, but I think it has been there for a while.

When we were seated at a table, I noticed how clean the place looked. The table was not sticky and that surprised me. Usually these little places just don’t seem to have the cleanest tables, but this one did. The wait staff was very friendly and gave us chips and salsa to eat while we looked at the menu.

Lois still couldn’t decide when the waiter asked to take our order. I knew what I wanted already and ordered the Guadalajara. Lois started to ‘just have the same’ but I said, “Oh no you don’t – you need to order what you like.” I have been catching on to her shenanigans. If she gets something that I ordered and she doesn’t like it I never hear the end of it, but if she gets something she chooses then she can’t blame anyone but herself!

She stuck a dagger in my heart when I heard her say, “I want something spicy.” I can’t believe I didn’t think about that at a Mexican place! Lois knows that I am the spice queen. But after I made much ado about her not being able to decide, I wasn’t going to change my mind. Besides, I liked the weird name of what I chose.

The waiter who was helping Lois had a deep Mexican accent. Lois said, “Come again?” She couldn’t understand him, but pretended that she did when he spoke louder. She finally decided on a shrimp concoction because that was the last thing he told her about. Both of our dinners and drinks totaled 20 dollars.

We had two large glasses of cola and soon after were brought another glass. Lois asked, “Did they bring that just for you?" Our glasses were still full, so I assumed it was for us both to share and pour into our glasses as they got empty. Lois didn’t like that. She doesn’t think she should have to do the work and that is what the waiter is for. She’s right on the refills, but I also thought maybe we were wrong and he just missed giving Lois a refill.

It was when our meals came that I felt we were in the ‘Twilight Zone’ because Lois and I must have switched personalities (for you young’uns, that is not a vampire show, it was a show when Jack was growing up and it was the good kind of scary). Things just sort of switched around because I saw an empty plate with tin foil on it and I didn’t know what it was for.

I peeked under the tin foil and saw flour tortillas. “Oh Lois, these are yours. You are supposed to put your burrito together,” I told her. She didn’t like that, so I got up to help her and show her how to put all her lettuce, tomatoes and sour cream stuff into the tortilla… and I grabbed her fork to do it. Just then a waiter came by to ask if everything was okay and Lois realized that her burritos were under the lettuce stuff. She said, “I don’t think the tortillas are mine.” The waiter agreed with Lois and told me they were for my dish.

Oh.

I felt stupid. Here I was trying to help Lois and she comes across as the clever one. When she was ready to dig in she said, “Where’s my fork?” I started to giggle at her for misplacing her fork and then I remembered that I took it. This was just an off day for me. I felt like I needed to go out and come back in. I had taken a picture of her food and everything, but I didn’t see her burritos hiding under that lettuce!

My meal looked good withOUT the flour tortillas and I started to eat it by itself, but with that cheesy sauce it was too rich… it needed something. I put the rice and chicken and cheesy sauce on a tortilla and borrowed some of the salsa on the table. It was spicy enough to make the Guadalajara tasty. I loved it then.

It was messy though and the salsa and cheese sauce started dripping down my hand. Lois mothered me and handed me a napkin. This was supposed to be my shtick, and Lois was getting my goat this time.  This story was not going at all like I wanted it to go – I was the chump, but thankfully it turned back around.

Lois had her green chili hot sauce on the side, but she said it wasn’t that hot. She thought the salsa was hotter and sounded disappointed. I had to try it for myself and I thought it was spicy. I didn’t know what she was talking about. It had a very thin consistency and she said, “Maybe it’s because I can’t get any on my chip.” I said, “You have to scoop it!”

She did and it ran off the chip and onto her chest. I am sorry to say that I was glad. I couldn’t help it. During the whole meal it seemed that Lois and I had switched places and, finally, we had switched back. At least she laughed at herself. I think she was glad we switched back too.

The service was good and I really enjoyed my meal (and I am glad that Lois and I switched back so that I would actually enjoy the food). The chicken was tender chunks and not shredded. I liked that. Lois did not like her shrimp burrito and said it would have been better with ground beef.

I gave her one of my tortillas to try and she said it ‘all tasted the same’ to her, but we all know that is because her taster is broken.

Give Amigo a try but don’t be surprised if you cross over into …the Twilight Zone.

Hours:

Monday -Thursday 11:00 am – 10:00 pm

Friday 11:00 am – 10:30 pm

Saturday 12:00–10:30 pm

Sunday 12:00–10:00 pm


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