Aaaawwwwww!! (Mr. B just turned five a few months ago).
I went to Casa Bonita for the first time last year, and you may remember how completely flabbergasted I was by *how incredibly bad* the food is. Even though people warned me, and my expectations were really really low, they managed to exceed them. Or whatever it is when something you anticipate to be horrible is even more horrible than that.
And I know I'll have to go there again. (sob)
Continued Dr. Doom love.
HOWEVER. . . I'm getting a headache from just looking at the noise, and,
SO HELP ME, GOD, I'd be sure --- just once --- that those wandering musicians wandered right into one of the gunfights.
You have swimmers' arms hanging in the basement?
What did those poor swimmers ever do to you?
I was astonished, A-L, that the food could be so bad when the individual ingredients were fine. Sure, if your lettuce is rusty and your cheese is dried out, you're going to put out a sub-standard product. But the lettuce was fresh and crisp (iceberg, but still), all the ingredients were fine. It was just the parts as a whole that sucked.
And Dad told me if one has kids, one has to go to Casa Bonita. I really thought the not having kids thing would save me from that.
Kim, you need to come to Denver so I can take you to Casa Bonita. I'll pay for your "food" and all the bad margaritas (have you ever had the margaritas at the ballpark that come in the Capri Sun pouches with the pokey straws? Like that) you can drink if you'll run the mariachis into the gunfight. Or push them into the pond.
I was on the swim team for seven years, Nathan. The better question is, "What DIDN'T those poor swimmers do to me?"
I was once forced to go to Casa Bonita, I guess it is a Colorado right of passage. I have friends who refuse to tell their kids about it or let them go with other families for fear of having to spend every birthday there. As for the margs - they are made with tequilla flavored wine!!? - because they only have a wine and beer license. If you have to go back stick to beer.
Casa Bonita is all the worse for tequila-flavoured wine. What on earth do you suppose they add to wine to make it tequila-flavoured?
That was rhetorical. I don't really want to know.
Marybeth, I fear my well-intentioned former sister-in-law may have been the spark that started the whole Casa Bonita thing. I could wrong, mind you, but this may have been a conscious, adult decision.
Wow. Just wow.
I thought "South Park" made it all up.
Is this the part that I laugh derisively because 1) I live in So. Cal. and 2) my son is 18?
But you know... I survived tortures too:
Chucky Cheese, home of the world's worst pizza and loudest rat.
"Small World" at Disneyland. Which I once endured twice. In a row.
The first Barney movie.
The first Pokemon movie.
I still have nightmares about that last one...
Oh, no. Imagine "Small World" without the production value. Chucky Cheese without the gourmet food.
That's our Casa Bonita.
I can't wait for my first army-themed birthday party!!!!!!
(Are those tanks + balloons on the cake? Were the tanks added later? Or is this something that one can request at the bakery?)
eBeth bought the blue cake with the balloons and added the tank and star candles herself. I don't know why stars... on second thought, I'd lay money they only had one package of tank candles so she had to augment. It's likely her choices were something like stars, soccer balls and Barbies, so she went with the one that made the most sense, as odd as it was out of context.
Yep, this is what you have out ahead of you, Mama Sarah.
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