Pancho’s
20 Oct 2012 Leave a Comment
You don’t go to Pancho’s to eat….good food. We have Pancho’s in Denver (no, we do) it’s just called Casa Bonita (see?), you don’t go there for the food either.
The kids love Pancho’s, I’m not sure if it’s the buffet part or the raising the flag part, but they like it. Pancho’s holds sentimental memories for me, it’s where I was (in labor) about 18 hours before Joel was born. I had gone into labor the day before and I guess I thought that Mexican food would hurry me along, so we went there for lunch and in between contractions I would raise the flag and yell, ‘More sopapillas!’ It really didn’t do anything for my labor, but at least I was full. (Joel was born at home after a couple of days of labor – but my midwife didn’t call that ‘real labor’, I was in ‘real labor’ for a few hours that Thursday morning and then ‘poof!’ there was a baby!) As we were leaving Pancho’s we saw a toddler in one of their highchairs, that reminded me of putting Joel in the rolling highchairs there with the little plastic bib around him and pushing him around the restaurant, that was a long time ago.
We had picked up Grandma Carberry to go with us and then brought her back to my Mom’s house for cake. We waited a bit and then sang Happy Birthday to Joel after he opened his presents (a new TV at home, cash$$ and a belt buckle that he said was ‘Boss.’)
We took Grandma home and the kids settled into their beds as James and I checked into a hotel (fair? Probably not, but it is nice for us and means two less people at my Mom’s.) James and I went to Kemah for dinner at Cadillac Bar, that place was packed. Kemah has a boardwalk district complete with roller coaster, restaurants and games. We heard that Galveston has a new boardwalk called the Pleasure Pier – which sounds like a brothel – we might drive by just to see it (it stands where the old Flagship hotel used to be.)
One more day.
