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Margarita’s Foiled My Plans

Brian and I were going to go check out “Rumble in Delano” last night. It’s an auto show and music fest in the Delano district. Unfortunately, dinner didn’t quite agree with Brian so we had to head back to the house. Once we were back in our corner of Wichita, I didn’t quite feel like driving back downtown. Plus, I knew that Brian was jonesing for poker because it had been a while since we last played. We ended up at Highlands, our usual Friday night hangout (except it was Saturday), where we proceeded to have a rotten evening of cards. I would say poker, but I know at Brian’s table they were playing bingo.

Brian and Jay and I were all out before break. Of course, I had the distinction of being out before everyone else. My table was so slow that we only played eight hands in 20 minutes. Okay, maybe it was more like ten because the deal passed the guy who dealt the first hand when blinds went up to 200-400… but still. It’s agonizing enough to have to keep folding, but to have to wait 2 minutes between each fold is just really, really crappy.

Becca was the last one left standing, but she eventually got knocked out due to an unsuccessful bluff. I concluded that the bluff might have worked on a rational person, but I think those types of people no longer play at Highlands. Last night, I was reminded of why we quit going.

But I digress… This post was going to be about Margarita’s, yet here I am ranting about poker. Sorry about that.

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Here are some of the pictures from dinner last night:
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After dinner at Margarita’s last night, I’ve decided that the house band Lotus must be really good because I know lots of people who like to go to Margarita’s. It’s not the food and it’s definitely not the service that’s bringing them back, so it must be the band!

First they tried to cram the six of us (David, Donna, April, Cory, Brian and I) in a booth. With two lefties (David and Cory), that just wouldn’t work. Instead of putting a couple of tables together, which would have been the smart thing to do, they decided to cram the six of us into a table meant for four people.

“Just don’t order fajitas,” April joked. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what dad and Cory had in mind. LOL. By then we were done with our chips so there was a bit more room for all of their extra fajita stuff.

Speaking of chips, I learned that April likes to dip her chips in honey. I like my chicken nuggets dunked in honey, but somehow I couldn’t wrap my mind around chips and honey. I tried to chalk it up to a pregnancy craving, but this is apparently normal. April likes honey with her chips, with or without a baby on board.

Speaking of honey, we actually had to remind our server about that several times because she forgot about it. It wasn’t until Cory got fed up and asked the bus boy, who was bussing the table behind him, for it that the honey was finally delivered to our table. We had to switch servers when we switched from the booth to the table. I’m thinking we might have had better luck with the server at the booth.

Our server was just plain inattentive. When I placed my order, I asked for a pork macho burrito with no beans. Where as other servers would have caught that and explained that the macho comes with both beef and pork, she totally let me proceed with ordering without even a word of caution. When my burrito arrived, I was completely disappointed that it had beef in it. I had considered sending it back, but they always say that is not a good idea. I kept my meal and simply dissected all the pork out of it. I figured it wasn’t worth it. I mean, with my luck, I’d send it back and she’d forget to bring it back out. I’d just end up starving to death.

Anyway, nothing irks me more than servers who try to rush you out the door like cattle. I wanted dessert last night and she didn’t even ask us if we wanted any. She just brought our ticket out without even asking. I understand that 90% of the time people will say they are too full for dessert, but you should still offer it. Just like any customer, I like options. I would like the option of having dessert if I want to… When a server makes an assumption and decides that I shouldn’t have any dessert, it makes me want dessert even more. In fact, it made me want to spend another hour tying up the table just because she was so in a hurry to get us out the door. That’s one of my pet peeves. (Just like when servers try to clear your table before you are finished eating. That makes me mad, too. Luckily for her, she didn’t make that mistake. She was on a roll, though.)

Brian and I were tempted to be mean, but we gave her $4.72 on a $24.28 ticket so that’s still about 20%. She only got docked a dollar from our normal tipping scale. She deserved to be docked more, but I kind of felt sorry for her. If she kept up the sub par service all evening, she is liable not to get very good tips from other people.

P.S. The fried ice cream at Felipe’s is much better. Actually, I think the food at Felipe’s is better (except for the salsa, Margarita’s has better salsa)… But Abuelo’s is still our favorite because everything there is better than any other place in town… including and most specially the service.

Battle of the Bangers

Jay tied Tim for first place at the banger-eating contest tonight at Highlands. What the heck is a banger anyway? A banger is a lower quality sausage, usually made of pork, with a tendency to split open with a “bang” during frying. These things looked so gross. I felt my arteries clogging up just looking at them.

Anyway, here are some photos…
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We had way too much fun for a school/work night! I’m so glad Cory decided to celebrate his 30th birthday at Highlands. =) Happy birthday, Cory!

A Weekend of Good Eats

FRIDAY: Dinner at Highlands was delicious. We had a Caesar salad, scotch chicken with regular fries, and the brazed pork ribs with yam fries. Everything was fantastic! I think that’s because chef Harvey was there. I actually got his picture that night. 🙂
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SATURDAY: Brian thought the a la carte burritos at Margarita’s were tiny just like at Felipe’s and inadvertently ordered two. He regretted it immediately after the food was delivered. Until the light bulb came on and he realized that he could eat the second burrito for lunch the next day.
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My “macho burrito” with no beans and no green onions.
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SUNDAY: We had eggrolls and chicken fingers at Warren before our movie, The Day the Earth Stood Still.
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Where are the Food Critics?

“Where are food critics?” Shane asked last Friday. “Why haven’t they come to check us out? We are more than just a cardroom. We have fantastic food.”

Sadly, he is preaching to the choir. We already know that the food is great at Highlands. That’s why we eat there as opposed to spending our dining dollars elsewhere before playing poker.

For now, I guess he should be satisfied with the limited coverage. Those food critics will soon come around.

Fantastic Dinner at Highlands

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Brian and I had dinner at Highlands last Friday before playing poker. We had my favorite, St. Augustine wings, an order each of regular potato fries and yam fries. The wings were different this time. They were the full-sized wings, the kind Angie likes. Supposedly, these are better but I much preferred the little wings because they are easier to eat. The flavor, as always, is fantastic.

The regular fries were perfect also. They were skinny and crunchy and not greasy. The yam fries were good too, but they were not done as well as the regular fries. I wondered if they were made by two different cooks. I wish that I could get Brian into yam fries like I’ve gotten him into sushi. Maybe in a couple of years he’ll have a change of heart?

I’m really glad that they have their liquor license now because I like to imbibe while dining. I had two fuzzy navels (the second one was much stronger than the first) and then Kurt came by with a shot of some kind of 100 proof rootbeer flavored liquor. It was way too strong for me. Brian managed to pass it off to Shane who handles that stuff better than I do.

I managed to talk Brian into buying me a white Russian to nurse while playing poker. Maybe that was the difference for me that night? I must play better when I’m drinking? LOL. I doubt Brian will ever buy that line of reasoning.

Jen (Shane’s wife) and Kathy (Kurt’s wife) came to Highlands for dinner that night and we also ran into Vic and Jen as well as Scott and Sunny. It was like a pseudo cruise reunion. Sunny took some fab pictures as always. I would link to the post in her blog, but it doesn’t support permalinks for some reason.

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