I should have known something was wrong when saw their clientele.
I've eaten a lot of salsa in my time....gallons of it...no, make that tanker truck loads....but the salsa I had Saturday evening at Nico's restaurant left me speechless. Literally.
We were seated, ordered our food, then started the pre-Mexican food meal ritual of chowing down on the free chips and salsa. It didn't take long for me to realize something was wrong. It felt like something was under my tongue, only there wasn't. Hmmm....weird.
Then I tried to talk, and boy wath I thrprithed. My wordth came out minuth the th thound. My tongue wath having a thpaz attack. Hard ath I tried, I couldn't make my mouth work right. Thome bitch!
By the time I got home my thpeech wath almothed unintelligible. (I notithed many around me were ecthtatic. Bathardth!) What the...?
Thunday wath worth. The thene would have been complete if I had jutht flopped around on the floor and drooled. On Monday I went to my doctor and told him what happened to me. "Told" wath probably the wrong word. It wath more like tharadth. (You know, where you have to act thingth out.) Thure enough, he diagnothed it ath thum thort of food allergy and gave me a thot in the butt-tock.
Today things are a bit better, although as the day rolls along I feel a bit of a relapth coming. *thigh*