Saturday, January 21, 2012

Twisted, flee or stay hungry

I've been eating in restaurants for most of my life, well since I moved to San Diego about 33 years ago.  Outside of the three tiny reservation towns we lived in while I was in high school, (note, not a single one of them had a public restaurant) I can usually find a decent place to eat.

Today, after a swim meet, we took in the Twisted Taco in Dunwoody, Georgia. 

Do not, I repeat, do not ever order the carne asada taco's in that place.    

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