For those of you who don’t live in Florida (or parts of Indiana, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, or Virginia), Tijuana Flats is a great little Tex-Mex place that was started here in Central Florida. And because the food is so good (and cheap!), the people who work there are so awesome, and the corporation is so heavily involved in the local community, I eat there quite frequently.
Last night, for Valentine’s Day, I ran out to grab some dinner at Tijuana Flats, figuring that it would be empty, much like I would expect any restaurant that’s either fast food or in that weird place between fast food and a sit-down, eat-in restaurant where you spend two hours on a meal. I was wrong – the place was packed! While I ate my meal, I analyzed the other guests and came up with this breakdown of everyone who was at that restaurant at 8 PM on Valentine’s Day:
Six were women who were there with other women in a sympathetic “let’s all be single together and have fun” way.
One was a mother in her 50s who was there with her lonely and, unfortunately, quite ugly, daughter in her 30s.
Five were all one family where the parents were clearly trying to get the kids full and then take them home to go to sleep so they could hump each other.
Two were attractive high school senior girls who were bemoaning the fact that boys suck and there’s nobody worth taking them out on Valentine’s Day.
Four were employees, all girls in their mid-twenties, who got stuck working on Valentine’s Day and were NOT happy to be there.
Two were men who came in wearing what looked like prison uniforms, so I can only assume that they escaped from prison and came here for a prison bitch/lover date.
Four were two different couples where the man obviously didn’t remember to make reservations anywhere in time.
One was a guy there all by himself, who ate his meal slowly, analyzed everybody else, then went home, ate a bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms, watched TV, and was in bed by 10.