We recently drove down to Las Vegas to meet up with DS and DIL. After we had all checked into the hotel, we decided to go out to dinner. DH wanted to go to a Mexican restaurant he had been to about 10 years before when he and DS attended Comdex. He couldn’t remember the name of the restaurant or where it was located but thought he remembered the general direction and location. We drove and drove and drove. DS mentioned that he remembered it was a long drive so we weren’t too concerned at first. DH said he’d know it when he saw it. He kept talking about how good it was and how it was a favorite with the locals. After driving some more, DH suggested that, since it had been so long since he’d eaten there, it might not be in business any longer. We were all hungry so we decided to just find any restaurant.
We stopped at an Italian restaurant. The menu was posted outside the front door. It was very pricey and there was also a notice posted stating appropriate attire was required. We decided we were not attired appropriately to eat $48 spaghetti. So we climbed back inside the car and drove some more. I was sure we were about to reach the edge of the city and head into the desert when DD said, “have we been driving in circles? That looks like the Rio up ahead.” Sure enough, we were heading back towards the Strip.
We decided to find a buffet in one of the casinos. Suddenly, DH spots a Mexican restaurant and since that is what he wanted to eat in the first place, made at least one illegal turn and headed toward the restaurant. It may not have been what he set out to find, but it was Mexican food and we were hungry. We parked the car and trudged into the restaurant. Once inside DH and DS look around and notice this is the place. This is the restaurant he was looking for.
This is why men do not have to ask directions.
The restaurant? Ricardo’s located at 4930 W. Flamingo for those who do want directions.
We stopped at an Italian restaurant. The menu was posted outside the front door. It was very pricey and there was also a notice posted stating appropriate attire was required. We decided we were not attired appropriately to eat $48 spaghetti. So we climbed back inside the car and drove some more. I was sure we were about to reach the edge of the city and head into the desert when DD said, “have we been driving in circles? That looks like the Rio up ahead.” Sure enough, we were heading back towards the Strip.
We decided to find a buffet in one of the casinos. Suddenly, DH spots a Mexican restaurant and since that is what he wanted to eat in the first place, made at least one illegal turn and headed toward the restaurant. It may not have been what he set out to find, but it was Mexican food and we were hungry. We parked the car and trudged into the restaurant. Once inside DH and DS look around and notice this is the place. This is the restaurant he was looking for.
This is why men do not have to ask directions.
The restaurant? Ricardo’s located at 4930 W. Flamingo for those who do want directions.
