Masa

I went to a new mexican restaruant downtown Minneapolis called Masa. It was pretty good, but I have to make a few observations.

* I think I am truly American to the bone. The portions I got at that place were two damn small. If I don't walk out of a place feeling ill, because I ate too much, I feel swindled. I ordered the enchiladas. They were good...but all I got was two of them...no beans, rice, or piles of lettuce/tomatoes/olives. I love art, but when I want to eat, I better get full.

* The waiter was creepy. It is one of those places where the waitstaff invades your personal staff. Understand, that I have been a waiter for nearly a decade now. I just don't want some guy getting in my face and asking me if I don't understand anything on the menu. Plus I he had bad breath. EWW.

* Lastly, the place had one two many housewives from Edina. This one lady, I swear looked like she was a Texas republican for sure. A full floor mink coat, and the biggest blonde hair you had ever seen. I am sure her outfit cost more than my car. I just laughed and smiled.

Overall, it was nice. I just like to bitch. Plus, it is always fun to see how the other side lives.