Las Olas, anyone?

If you know anything about myself or especially the entire Floyd family, we love our TexMex.  Steven and his family could eat it daily if possible.  Don't stand in the way of their TexMex and Margarita's.  Over the past 11 years with Steven, I've learned to love the food even more than I had before.  You do that when you're forced to eat it more than normal. 

But TexMex is it's own unique thing.  You won't find it anywhere else but Texas. 

I remember when I left Nebraska, I had to get used to not having Valentino's, Runza or Taco John's just down the street.  Any Non-Nebraskan would have no clue as to what I'm talking about. Moving to California, meant leaving our beloved TexMex and most of all Queso, behind.

Mexican food in California is different.  It's still very good and sometimes great, but it's not TexMex.  It's just not slathered in sauces, gooey cheese and spicy.  There's no such thing as a bowl of chips and queso.  They'll look at you like you have two heads, if you ask for a bowl. 

My first week here, when my company flew me out to work to get a head start, I was taken to a hole in the wall, right across the street from the ocean.  The food is amazing and the staff are friendly.  You literally walk across the street, climb over some really big rocks without killing yourself and you're on the sandy beaches of Cardiff.  If you're lucky when you're sipping hand made strong margarita's during your 30 minutes to an hour long wait, you might get a table out on the patio.  Pure heaven.

So this has become our Friday spot.  We've gone every Friday since we moved.  So much, that the manager knows us by name (second visit) and makes it a point to come over and say hello, see how things are going and that we're ok.

So the part of moving to a new city, finding your eatin' spot and feeling like a local didn't take long.  Soon, I expect them to call out our names when we walk in the door, just like in Cheers.

Speaking of which, Cheers!