SPURS

This is perhaps one of the cutest restaurants that I have ever eaten in.  It was called SPURS.  Settle down San Antonio it has nothing to do with Tim Duncan, Tony Parker or basketball period.  It is their version of Tex Mex.  I was warned against ordering anything that was portrayed as Mexican food, so I stuck with chicken.  The service was great the waiter Tabo (pretty sure I botched the spelling) was teaching my kids Cosa, he also told them not to do the clucking sound that they do when they speak.  It would be offensive because they are not true Africans.  I appreciate those words of wisdom, I wouldn't want to cluck myself into someone's bad graces.  My father in law needs this bit of information, he was clucking and jumping around like a deranged chicken before we left. He thought it was cute.  On a different note, I bought a jacket!!!!!! I am so warm and happy now. I was sure that I would die of hypothermia before the weekend. No, seriously I did.  I can venture further out into the unknown, well unknown to me anyway. Good night, people. Same time, same place tomorrow? It's a date.

From Africa With Love