That is exactly why it makes it so difficult to admit that I have a lover on the side. Not another man; I don't have the time to keep up on something like that. My second love is of the edible variety. I'm having a not so secret love affair with Cafe Rio.
Cafe Rio has always been tasty. I have eaten there for a long time. But I mostly ate the chicken. See, I have this weird dislike of pork. It started back in high school when I was a vegetarian for a while. Since then I have just not really liked pork. Since I don't like pork, I never tried the pork at Cafe Rio. I think the chicken recipe got changed about a year ago because it's not as good as it used to be. After that, I had a falling out with The Rio. One glorious day, a few months ago, I gave in and tried the pork. Oh. My. Goodness. It was love at first sweet, succulent bite. I accused JM for not telling me about something so beautiful, so incredible, so heavenly. He rolled his eyes.
Since then, I have been feeding my lusty need for a pork salad as frequently as I can. When JM asks me what kind of takeout I want on a weekend, it's always The Rio. I think I would be happy not eating anywhere else for date night. When I picked up this weekend I was giddy when I noticed the new fridge magnet with their takeout number. No more looking it up online to place a pick up order. (Although I should just put the number in my phone. I already have Pei Wei listed in my contacts.)
Oh Cafe Rio, you fulfill my longing for sweet meat. Your handmade tortillas melt in my mouth. I would drink your house salad dressing as a beverage if I could. Thank you for being my