By nasty lady, I meant very demanding...kind of like she thought she was the only one in there and deserved all the waitstaffs attention. Her son could not look at her and I am sure that by the time they left, her husband had to be picked up off the floor because every time she would make a demand, he slipped lower in his seat...
Think I mentioned this elsewhere, but it seemed to me they were trying to stuff as many people into the restaurant as possible. I hate for my elbow to hit the person at the table next to me when I eat, but that is certainly the way it felt.
And the tequila bar wasnt open...I dont think...when we were there. Now I know I gotta go back!
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