Oh For Goodness Sake I Need Help.

 I desperately need help.  This is why.

I went to our local gem of a restaurant today to pick up "take away" comestibles.

The place is


on North Beneva .  The food is superb.

I was in search of a steak quesadilla; half for me and half for my friend Jack C. who loves them.

At Reyna's my mind and my tongue parted ways.

I ordered a "Steak Taqueria" . The server looked confused and again  asked me what I wanted,

I repeated, "a Steak Taqueria".

She asked  "a Steak Taco?"  

I looked at the wall mounted menu, and the light dawned.

The cafe is a Taqueria. What I wanted was a Steak Quesadilla!




Dear ones, have pity on me!  (and giggle a bit)

But rejoice that I live "just around the corner"  from Reyna's Taqueria where the food is always superb; and the staff members are adept when faced with old coots such as I.


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