Privileged, white Southern teen boys have not changed since I was among them as a peer 15 years ago. The untucked Oxfords, the baggy shorts, the shaggy or frizzy hair. The fumblings at swagger. Only thing that's changed is the cell phone clamped to the palm.
We braved the Summit last night to see Borat (Thumbs up! Todd observes that it was painful how accurate the SC boys were) and waded into a teen sea. All the pampered Southern youth!
It was too familiar.
Before that, we tried a taqueria called Cantina: really cute and colorful, like a roadhouse sweetened up by a gal with good taste. The inside tabletops were old tin beverage signs. It was warm enough to dine al fresco though, so we did. I had one taco de pollo and one with grilled shrimp; both were excellent. Todd had a Cuban sandwich with garlic homefries. He says the hot sauce there -- El Yucateca? -- is a Funderburk fave.
No more worries about finding good South-of-the-border food.
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Oh, good! We were going to assemble a care packag with El Yucateca....Now, we'll fill it with something else...Gret
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