Hola! Hoahhh!

Oahhh! I've eaten too much. As Mr Creosote would say: "I'm absolutely stuffed"

This was one view from our table at the Mexican restaurant in the Bonnybank Inn this evening. The photo may look like we were in somebody's house but in reality it didn't seem like that at all. We were also the first to arrive for food - just after 6pm - having dropped off J at his friends for a whole weekend sleepover. The restaurant filled up bit by bit after our arrival though. I wanted to take a photo of the window in the door - it was stained glass and had a huge red chilli in the middle of it. The light coming through it from outside was lovely but from where I was sitting, the angle was wrong for getting a decent shot of it with my iphone camera, and there was a couple sitting at the table directly in front of it - I would have had to interrupt their intimate tete-a-tete by parking myself between them to take a shot of it, so this photo will have to suffice to mark our visit.

I began with a mushroom tostada which had a wonderful chunky guacamole dolloped on top of it, followed by a cheese and chorizo quesadilla. I can never resist chorizo when I see it on a menu, and this one was superb - spicy and sweet at the same time, succulent on the inside but with crisp edges to each chunk. By the end I was struggling to finish my meal though. Only realised after that both of us had made the fatal error of ordering tortilla based dishes for both starter and main course - no wonder we were failing to cope with the enormity of the task. It reminded me of when a friend and I used to go for an Indian regularly and it took months for it to finally dawn on us that the reason we were always unable to finish our curries was because we'd always have a starter first which would fill us up too much for the curry to follow.

Anyway, by the time we'd finished here all I wanted to do was lie down horizontally somewhere for about three days until my meal had all been digested. I felt like one of those snakes who has eaten a panther and then doesn't have to eat again for about six months. I felt like I usually do on Christmas evening. I felt I could actually feel my abdomen stretching and splitting under it's outer skin.

Oahhh!