On the LOOONG drive home yesterday, we pulled over in lovely King City to grab some lunch. We spotted a Sinolonese Mexican restaurant that seemed to be pretty popular, which we took as a sign of the edibility of their food.
We both pondered the menus for a moment or two and discussed what we were going to order. We discovered that we both were going to order the mole chicken. Normally our litmus tests for Mexican restaurants are mole and carnitas. The carnitas were advertised as being deep fried and served with french fries. So, we opted out of that dish. I said "I can order the chile verde, and then we can share." We agreed on this plan.
When the waitress came, I ordered the chile verde and pointed at the menu to make sure she was clear on what I wanted. Then, Rick ordered as I was distracted by the burley, Harley man slurping away on a giant bowl of menudo at the table across from us.
About 10 minutes later, the waitress came with TWO plates of chile verde. Apparently, in our eagerness to avoid ordering two plates of mole, we ordered two plates of chile verde - the consolation dish. Sigh. The good news is that it was pretty darn tasty. We'll have to stop there again and try the mole another time!