the best garrruuunk food on earth

that'd be the fajita tacos made by the guy and his wife out on the patio at the black dog. i once spent a month of weekends haunting j&j's blues bar looking for this guy (out of season), providing a very drunk panama with an oppo to heckle kenny traylor. sorry, kenny.

anyway, these tacos are truly the food of the gods: hot greasy delicious hunks of meat, accompanied by hearty slices of peppers 'n' onions. they're _the best drunk food ever_, better than fuzzy's fish burritos, as good as the camarones de veracruz (that's shrimp fajitas for you gringos) at superior bar and grill in shreveport. why, i bet they even taste good sober.

only delta: the paucity of places to perch while enjoying the comestibles on most nights when the foodstuff is on offer. i worked in retail all through high school, so i'm experienced at eating standing up, even stuff (like softshell crab sandwiches...sigh) that it's hard to eat without wearing. on one recent weekend, though, i forgot that there's a reason why treats like these come wrapped in foil, and wound up baptizing my pants in a mixture of succulent meat juices and (prolly) veggie oil that was used to keep the good stuff from sticking to the grill. i threw the pants in the hamper and forgot to pre-treat 'em before throwing 'em in the wash. as a result, they now look like the receptacle for the most embarrassing piss-accident imaginable. oh well. time to make a trip to thrift town to buy s'more. this won't deter me from eating the scrumptious tacos any time i'm in the black dog and they're available, i just need to remember to _lean forward_ while eating 'em...