The girls were doing their mallrat thing during dinner hour means it was boys night out. Younguy and I set off for Los Margaritas rickety old place originally a house. Had descent mexican on last visit but the service was soooo-screwed up (we had fun watching a really drunk table, though) we ended up with compt’ meals. This day found the place shutdown closed up out of business. We roll past heading for backup plan(b) and spy a ‘new’ hole-in-the-wall-place, Chico’s Taqauria (next to the Scottish School of Dance!?). We venture in and find the place deserted except for 2 senoritas processing a table piled high with red meat and entrails in the kitchen. There’s way more food then customers so I’m figuring that they are a production line for some other outlet. This place is truly non-english and the sense is to bailout. Besides, I have only $6 cash and they don’t know visa. We excuse ourselves. We finally roost at Tres Maquyas restaurant another low budget eatery. The check, and here’s my Andy Roone impression, is hard to decipher. We figure it out even though they don’t itemize the prices. You have to mentally calculate from memory of the menu as the cashier comes up with a fairly close but likely embellished grand total. We are ill-prepared to do figures in head so I just thrust payment due and be glad it’s not a chinese place. Have you ever tried to translate one of theirs?