One of our favorite restaurants in the Emerald City is Gorditos. “Healthy” Mexican eating, they proudly tout, though it’s home to “The Grande” burrito, whose consumption by one individual is anything but healthful. Oh but they are delicious. Without a doubt, this is one stop we must make before leaving Seattle.
We took Tami, Joe, and their kids here for a goodbye dinner as well as a thanks for watching Ren and Maddie during the game.
The kids waited patiently, as did the grownups, for the food to be served.
The dads took care of the ordering, babies in hand. What men!
“Cesar” was the handy marker used to designate our order. No boring, old ordinary numbers used here.
One “Grande Burrito,” shown to scale, fed two comfortably. Colin and I always share, each one starting at one end until we both reach the middle. So disgustingly Lady-and-the-Tramp-cute, no?
And I can’t show her face but I can show her shoes (thanks, Christy!):
Thanks to the car upgrade we made back in April of this year, we could fit all 5 kids and two adults inside. A picture of Americana.
And if that burrito wasn’t enough to kill us off we made this when we got home:
Death by chocolate, or in other words, Lava Cakes from The Ghirardelli Chocolate Cookbook. Scrumpdiddleumptious!
Remind me again why we live so far from you guys…