Her mom was wrong. It was great, and is still great. It's probably a good thing that we don't live closer, or I'd eat there twice a week.
As it is, it's always a nice drive and I love the whole adventure routine of piling in the car, driving out the end of the Palisades and continuing on north into the mountains, hunting for the mexican.
When we got back, we set about removing the branch that had fallen in the back yard after last Monday's big storm. I say 'branch,' here, but it was in all truthfulness the entire top half of a tree, which took down other massive branches on its way down, embedding itself it the ground and completely covering our shed - multiple heavy branches intertwined, impossible to move.
Out came the ax. I chopped it off at the trunk (well, the thickest part that had impacted about a foot into the soil) and then two of the larger branches higher up. Shirtless, sweaty and with Guess sunglasses on as safety goggles. I'll bet I was a sight, but I'm not sure if Yesenia got a picture, so you may be spared.
Thing is, the sheer volume of tree that had come down was far too much to fit on our curb, so I now need to see if the town will take away two consecutive loads - otherwise, it's back to several hours of chopping and carting off trees. Perhaps this time, I'll man up and rent the chainsaw. Chopping trees in August swelter is strictly unfun.
*Well, at least it's my favorite. But Yesenia does like it a lot.