The Haps

The legend of the Pink Taco

Chapter Two.
The belly was a rumblin' down around about Boise, Idaho. It's important to note that Boise is on the verge of becoming the next cosmopolitan city. It felt a lot like Cherry Creek in Littleton, Colorado with the vastness of Denver. We stopped in at this Mexican restaurant called "Ole!" We walked through the Saloon style doors and were greeted with "dining tonight or happy hour?" Doug and I looked at each other and proclaimed in unison, "Happy Hour!" Our server was really cool and she offered us a "pink taco." A little disgusted, Doug asked what the contents were. We were hooked and let me say, the food was amazing. I suggest the Jose ranchero cream sauce on all items, with a side of the jalepeno jelly. After "dining" we were back on the road. But not in style, as we were in traffic. Apparently some trashed out white woman ran her truck off the side of the road into a pumpkin patch stalling both lanes of traffic for Boisians who wanted to see the devastation. A city on the verge yes, but apparently you can't take the po-dunk off the freeway.

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