The dinner plan was leftovers last night, but that got pushed to tonight when I thought “hey, let’s go to Chapala!” on the way home. I had budgeted well enough for the caloric splurge, and it took two seconds to sell Lea and the boys on the idea, so there we went.
I rarely get anything but Tacos Chapala, which is a scrumptious little disaster of chicken, shrimp, and chorizo, topped with cheese and served with pico. Dos Equis draft is my typical potable accompaniment.
Now the large beer used to be 25 oz. So to the question “small, medium, or large?” I said large. Heh.
Behold the bowl of beer.
I don’t care how cool you are; you cannot look cool drinking this.
The old large seems to be the new medium. Think I’ll go that way next time.
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