Jeff: Did you want to grab dinner now?
Me: I can... but I'm not in a rush, are you? And actually, my stomach hurts.
Jeff: No. I'm actually not hungry yet. And I have a pretty bad headache. Do you have Advil?
Me: Yup. And, okay, cool. Let's wait then.
Jeff: Cool. Um. But I might fall asleep here...
Me: You know. I'm wiped out too, want to just take a nap first?
Jeff: God yes.
If he wouldn't have kicked my ass for it, I would have snapped a picture of Jeff napping with a bag of frozen edamame on his head. That or when he was using my boo boo buddy
, which he found so soothing he couldn't even complain about its lacking in the butch department.
Eventually we trolled around Phinney trying to compensate for our mutual indecisiveness. We tried The Santa Fe Cafe and it was really disappointing high-end Mexican. It had a very inventive menu, although I'm not a fan of blue corn tortillas and they clearly were. We got a starter of guacamole and salsa which was okay. I liked the salsa but the guacamole was a little bland and Jeff was disappointed by the lack of homemade tortilla chips. (They were a little like Tostitos.)
Jeff got the vegetarian tamales which came with a salad, and both weren't terrible, but weren't good either. I got the chicken tortilla soup which I liked less and less as I ate it. It had big chunks of rawish tomatoes and onions and the flavor was sorta meh. It also was topped with red and blue corn tortilla strips which I don't like. I wasn't especially hungry which made it worse, I think. I had a few bites of its bland broth.
The best part of the meal was actually this hunk of blue cheese and French bread served bizarrely along with my soup. It was the creamiest blue I've ever had. Not too sharp and the soft French bread was really excellent. So not a total miss. Oh, and Jeff had a pretty fantastic house margarita. And their service was pretty flawless. Very friendly. Water glasses always filled. But, unfortunately, when the food is such a miss--you're not going to return.