I commented to MaryAlice that my friends are crazy but in a way that works for me, and I was thinking later about what a judgmental bitch I am... and I keep wanting to write more about the weirdnesses of whom I do and do not like (versus whom I might expect to dis/like) as well as when I cherish disagreement versus when I want everyone to be Just Like Me (or perhaps more accurately, My Ideal Me) but none of it is articulate, so I'll move on to the food.
I ordered "Fresh Mozzarella, Basil & Black Olive Panini on ciabatta." 'Twas good. I also approve of their french fries; when they first arrived I was afraid they were spicy fries, but they weren't. I thought about ordering a "sloe comfortable screw against a wall" but decided I wanted something rum based, so I ordered a strawberry daiquiri. However, their blender was broken, so I asked for a fruity rum-based drink that didn't have pineapple. I got a sex on the beach and am comforted that webtender.com agrees with me that that's a vodka-based drink; it also obviously wasn't as fruity as I'd been hoping for from my drink. Oh well. I ended up basically not paying for it because we were putting in money before the check came and I forgot I'd ordered a drink when I was guessing how much I should put in. Om was muy gregarious, though (buying a bottle of wine and some plates of appetizers -- pita, olives, and hummus -- for the table) so I don't think it was a big deal.
Fajita The Tex-Mex dish called fajitas, now at home in English in the singular form, is made up of thin strips of skirt steak, called faja in Spanish; that term in turn derives from the Latin fascia, a belted bundle of sticks [...] the terms fascism and fajita share a common origin.