Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Please to meet you, Now, open wide.

We met the dentist.
So we meet the dentist, Dr. Munoz. He tries to tease and joke with us. English is his second language which makes him braver than me. I wouldn't try to kid someone in Spanish. His son is his partner in this practice, and we met him briefly. His english is excellent. Dr. Munoz is obviously very competent, and comfortable with his competence. Deb is nervous about her dental work. I am concerned about her. He examined Deb's x-ray and pointed out the work that would be required. After some discussion, we had a plan. Deb was given a 3:00 pm appointment.
We had a couple of hours to kill. So we walked up a couple of blocks and found a place with an open air terrace. They serve Columbian style food. And I ordered off of the top of the menu which resulted in a plate of meat. By a plate of meat, I mean: chorizo, fried pork, blood sausage, carne molito (?), a fried egg, and and some rice. Deb had a plate of rice with a pounded thin breast of chicken. Her chicken was the best, although I liked my chorizo.
As we sat there, young men pulled up in in very flashy cars. A motorcycle rider parked his bike and took a table, watching us. Another young man came out and drove off on the motorcycle. Deb noticed all the young men parking very nice cars with expensive rims.
I asked Deb if she remembered that Korean restaurant we found in Chicago. She did, and she remembered that we backed out because we both felt like it was a Korean mob joint.
I expected her to get the hint but she didn't. I asked her what kind of food we were having, she said chicken.
I said, "No, what style of cooking is this?"
"Columbian" she said. And then after a classic pause. "Oh, you don't think.."
We finished our meal and walked back to the dental office. I don't know anything for sure, but we both felt like we had just eaten at a Columbian drug operation, masquerading as a restaurant. We had our little adventure and managed to avoid thinking about why we were here.
When we got back to the dentists office, we had a while to wait, but then Deb was taken to a chair, and the dentist began to work.

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