You'd really think I'd learn, y'all, wouldn't you? I seem to be the one person who would prove scientists wrong. I remember reading about a science experiement where the animal would press a button and get shocked or press a different button and get water/food. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Pavlov, who did the conditioning, but I never said I was a genius. Witness.
While we were in Phoenix, we ate at this restaurant:
I'm going to say it was all right. About 50% of our party of eight who ate there felt ill and/or barfed. You could say it was the heat. You could say it was the food. I'm not sure. I DO KNOW that I had the fish tacos that I thought were so awesome that I insisted on taking the leftovers home so that I could eat them for breakfast. Could've been nerves, could've been the 107' heat - I puked. Fast forward to last night. I went with my cousin Nicole to this place:
Don Pablo's. What did I order? Fish tacos. Apparently, Mom, Chad, and the rest of my family, I DON'T LEARN. So here I sit, queasily typing, because I am an idiot and a creature of habit, even if those habits are not so good for you. I need a waiter like the Soup Nazi. "No FISH TACOS for YOU!!!!" Not even if I threaten to scratch his eyeballs out. That would be devotion, y'all. Utter devotion.