Is there anything sexier than your favorite guy walking through the front door with your favorite Mexican food? I submit that there is not.
We have tried every single bloody Mexican food joint in the county and nothing adds up to what we can get back home in Texas. However, there is this one special place here in Utah that is located half an hour north called Los Cucos. And wouldn't ya know, it's a chain that is based in Texas. Paul had the opportunity to hitch a ride up there late this afternoon and picked me up some Mexican ambrosia on the way home. So now we're chummily patting our full tummies and watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Life is so good.