3 down. 3 to go.

So I'm eating my way through Little Rock.

It started at Guadalajara. It's a mexican "grocery" complete with a bank of red phones. It's a bakery, a grocery store, and a lunch spot. Best quesadilla and torta you'll ever eat. I share my Guad love with one of my former employees. My plane landed Friday at 1130.  Within seconds, I sent Yason a text. "Guad?" "Yes, when?" "NOW BITCH." We get along fabulously. A mutual love of authentic mexican can bring anyone together.

Two hours later, it was Senor Tequila (aka-seeenyor takillya). No, I didn't eat food twice. Senor was for margaritas and queso. Guad is so authentic that they don't do queso. It's a hard compromise.

Yesterday, I had Tazikis. It's "greek" food. But really just lamb, chicken, and beef dishes, served with sides. I heart.

Today will be Bravo. Tomorrow will be Community Bakery. Tuesday will be Guadalajara again. You know, for the plane. If somewhere along the way I can fit in Arkansas Burger Company, you can bet YOUR ass we'll be adding those calories to MY ever-expanding ass.

No hate zone.

So in light of Bob's crazy schedule this month, I decided to make a last minute trip back to Little Rock. Mainly for a chicken torta. Yeah. Don't judge.