#66 Rubio's Ruse

The good news is Snowman and I have found an apartment. The better news is that hopefully, inside of a week, I'll be able to pick up with my regular posting. In the meantime, here's another short one:

We're renting an apartment in Mission Valley and there is a Rubio's Mexican Grill nearby. Snowman and I had never heard of Rubio's because, well, we're from New York. We were both super excited about the fish tacos at Rubio's, as fish tacos seem like the unofficial food of San Diego.

Today we're in line and after we ordered they asked Snowman's name [you know how they like to ask your name so they can say "Georgie, your order is ready"]. He says Dakota. This isn't his real name, but he throws it out once in awhile when he's feeling saucy. Then he pays with his credit card, which, um, has his real name on it.

This made me giggle really hard. And because it's the neighborhood Rubio's, for as long as we keep going back, he has to be known as Dakota.

He he he he.

PS-Blackened mahi mahi tacos...goooood.