BWAAHAAAHAAAAHAAA! I feel your pain! Every time we came home on leave from anywhere, we got a burger first, then went to Manuel's for the next meal.
We went to a so-called Mexican place in Warner Robbins, Ga., too and the tamale was this wad of masa with a teeny tube of mystery meat inside. You couldn't even taste the meat--and it was probably a good thing you couldn't!LOL!
BTW--sorry about your sister. God love ya!
"BTW--sorry about your sister. God love ya!"
Thank you. She passed away on August 31, 1990, several months after her 43rd birthday. Our biological father died Feb. 27, 1972, a little over a month after his 43rd birthday. I have forgiven him, but do not miss him. I do miss my sister, every day. If she'd lasted a few years longer, she'd still be alive today. Now they have lipitor and all those other meds for people who genetically produce too much cholesterol. But you know, she's up there in Paradise and I know she's pulling for me :)