On Fridays, we go out to eat. It’s become somewhat of a tradition based purely on laziness, dwindling groceries at the end of the week, and long work days. Sometimes we go big and make reservations at a fun restaurant across town. But let’s be real…usually we walk across the street, have Oaxacan mole at a questionable hole-in-the-wall (aka the best), and then hop over to the diner a few blocks down to eat pie and drink milkshakes. Oooooh yeah, we’re crazy kids.
As much as I love crowded restaurants and hip meals and fancy cocktails, sometimes all I need is a simple evening of pie and milkshakes. Oh and some tamales.