The menu items were rated from one to four peppers, four being the spiciest. I, of course, ordered a chili verde and pork burrito, rating; four peppers. After a few bites, I studied the menu while I waited, anxious, for the feeling in my tongue to return, not to mention my esophagus and the rest of my inner parts.
I wondered to myself, what would happen if these dos amigos got in an argument and dissolved their partnership? And... if they did, would the remaining partner change the name to “Uno Amigo? Could you be one friend? I mean, if you’re cranky enough not to have friends, how could you call yourself one friend?
When you think about it, this isn’t like “Two Brothers�?Bar B Cue�?that could just move the apostrophe and call it “The Brother’s Bar B Cue�?if there was a fall out between the two brothers. After all, you’re still someone’s brother, even if the two brothers don’t like each other. Actually, you don’t need a brother to be a brother. If you have a sister you’re still a brother�?right?
So�?back to “Dos Amigos�? what would he call his house of Mexican cuisine, if his one time friend said, ‘Adios Estupido!�? Un Amigo Nada Amigo? Is that a name? How about, “Un Amigo Fuera Un Amigo�? Somehow, I’m sure I desecrated the Spanish language with that one and I apologize.
As a last resort there is always, “El Enemigo�? (The Enemy) In the middle of my helpful thoughts and oral pain, the waiter stopped by and asked if I needed anything else. I apologized for not being really hungry and asked for a Kevlar lined “to-go�?box.
After we got in the car to leave, I looked at “mi amigo�?and commented, “I hope these two guys stay friends.�?/FONT>
“What two guys.�?/FONT>
“The owners.�?/FONT>
He smiled and said, “It’s not two guys ... it’s a woman.�?/FONT>
Sigh.