Suizas

Woken in moments through the night by the aftereffects of a powerful meal. Really strong Mexican cuisine is not to be trifled with, and I expected the side effects, took precautions. Clearing out the summer doldrums, and smoke induced sinus slowness. Most of the California fire backwash blown further east, deposited on the Wasatch and other Rocky Mountains. Everything needed cleaning out.

Hot food is good for the soul. I suspect it releases loads of happy little endorphins. Enchiladas suizas as made at the infamous Red Iguana, is a potent and amazing meal. Makes living here worthwhile.

Whenever I go there, and see their large menu, I think about Kitchen Nightmares, the Gordon Ramsey show that I rather like. One of the first things (after cleaning up) that he pushes for failing restaurants, is a concise menu. And RI has this page turner, and everything is wonderful, as well as the service. They've been around a long while, in a much less than ideal location (the other side of the freeway, a block away from a plasma center, right beside a third rate motel.) And there is almost always a wait for a table, at any time of day. They have to do everything right just to survive. They do.

We've often been asked by tenderfeet what we are having. Once by a couple who might have been happier with food much more mainstream. We directed them to the milder dishes, which they found quite overwhelming. I give them credit for courage, and they might get their palates up to the challenge yet. Even I don't do the salsa verde. I'm not suicidal.

Enjoying my day off. I don't really think of it as a holiday, not as a celebration. Still, a day off work. Probably just as well, considering.

Good enough.