Ah, a regular. I'll bet you wouldn't be if you had to wade through a sea of stinky bums just to get to your cardboardy dumpling.
No, on the road for the first, and when I was too tired to cook for the second.
You sure seem to want to really vindicate yourself as a stinky bum guy don’t you.
Hubby and I used to go to a little Mexican restaurant in South Tucson. The place is always packed from before the doors open until the last patron comes in around midnight to two am. Let’s just say South Tucson is not known for being the safest barrio in town. They pay men to sit in the parking lot as a kind of security presence, and I am sure they have had to deal with some intoxicated folks every now and then. But it seems like they leave the beggars alone. We gave money to the same guy multiple times over the years outside multiple restaurants in that area. Sometimes he would go in and buy food right there. He always gave us a token of his appreciation. I am sure we aren’t the only ones. It doesn’t seem to affect the line at the door. Maybe it has to do with the happiness and generosity of the owners, their staff, and the patrons. The pictures on the wall seem to indicate that everyone is welcome there from the most powerful person in the world to the lowliest beggar. The same is true of another place down the street. Wonderful place and lovely people!