By Latasia Brown
The table looks like a crime scene. The outlines of chicken soft tacos, the best beef enchiladas, flautas and chipotle barbecue chicken quesadillas are now mere traces of what once was…about 3 minutes ago. A trail of salsa and chile con queso can be seen dotting to the edges of the table, from the empty chip basket in the middle. Little puddles form from the dripping condensation of the infamous Swirl and margaritas. All that can be heard is a faint moaning in the distance. That faint moaning is the sound of defeat and shame.
My defeat and shame; defeat from not being able to eat all of the fine Tex-Mex laying before me, and shame from eating
so much of all the fine Tex-Mex before me. And while the exhausted moan sounds onward, all I can think is:
where’s Harry Potter when you need him? Accio hotel bed! Nope, it doesn’t work…(groan).
In Grapevine, Texas’
Uncle Julio’s, there’s an outdoor dining area on the right side of the restaurant with ornate iron tables and chairs; this is where I choose to have my last supper. The music of people having a good time lulls you into doing the same. And so I do, with three of my friends from the area.
We walk through the handsome wooden double doors, and you’re immediately greeted with the music of laughter, friendly chatter and (…well) music. The high ceilings and great wood molding add a unique fine-dining aspect to the culturally vibrant décor.
We sit and are having a grand time reliving college memories and catching up...so naïve I was. I indulge in a recommendation to try
Uncle Julio’s specialty drink, the Swirl. It’s a great blend of traditional frozen margarita with sweet and tangy strawberry margarita swirls. Everything seems fine. But then, a tray of food approaches menacingly…minutes later, a smile of satisfaction tugs at my lips, and all goes black -- I'm too full to open my eyes.
I implore you:
Beware of
Uncle Julio’s fine Tex-Mex restaurant, or you too will suffer a similar fate!