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.