I believe I once mentioned in passing that one of the great things that I've gotten out of my friendship with Ambrosia is an appreciation of El Azteca nachos. The first time that we got them together, we'd each get our own. Back then, it rang up as $6 after tax. So that seemed like a pretty good deal for a meal.
But it didn't take us too long to figure out that neither of us could ever finish the nachos (I think that actually maybe she did once, which is incredible and means that she should enter herself into eating contests). So we started just sharing them. So suddenly, it was $3 for a meal. Even better.
Since marrying Murray, I've converted him, too. Today we met for a nacho lunch at El Azteca. Here's our meal. And no, between the two of us, we can't finish it.
(something funky happened with that picture...)