Shhhh.. it's a secret

I love my husband dearly. This past weekend was one of those wonderful weekends where we spent lots of time together, got a lot done, and worked on the house. It was the kind of weekend where on Sunday night you sit together and feel grateful to have found each other.

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 one true love lover on the side. You complete me my meal.