So - you know how when all of a sudden everyone you know starts talking about some restaurant and how great it is and how you're a total power tard because you've never been there?It happened to me the other day with LP3. No, not Loose Poop 3 or Li'l People 3. It's La Pinata 3.
Suddenly everyone's all up in my grill about LP3: "OMG - LP3!", "I can't get enough LP3!", "I would lick Barbra Streisand's alien fingers just to get a taste of that sweet, sweet LP3!".
Clearly I had to check this place out...
So - my pal Elsie, her baby Dean and I went there for lunch today. Elsie had an enchilada. Dean had a bottle of formula. I had a taco salad. Not sure what went wrong but it was the soupiest, sorriest salad since sassy Sally sold seashells by the seashore (oof - sorry, alliteration got the best of me). Point being - the taco salad was lame. The chips were good and the margarita was even better (so the visit wasn't a complete bust). But is LP3 all that the people say it is? I don't think so.
Today's lesson: in the words of Public Enema (that was a typo but I'm leaving it) - don't believe the hype...
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HOW DARE YOU?!? My enchilada was heaven and Dean's formula was bomb. You must have done something to piss off the salad chef... We're going back and you will LOVE it - or else.
But... I will admit that was one of the most unappetizing things I've EVER seen - outside of a latrine.
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