So the other night i had nothing to do and my sister jaime and the illustrious raymend were in tow to go out and get a drink and a bite. they invited me to join them for as much and i plainly accepted the invitation.
we decided to go to acapulco for their margarita mondays bit, as it was in the $$ range and well, it's just damn good.
i hadn't been there for about a month or so and to our suprise there was a new catch to the monday festivities: a sign politely indicating their inquisitely odd new guidelines for attending said affair...including the exlcusion of sportswear (see: jerseys), sandles and hats.
what is this...a nightclub? a 5 star restaurant? no, it's f*cking acapulco!
we went in to confirm this as we stood in disbelief to these newly delivered rules. the girl at the front counter was pleasant enough and offered to confirm that we weren't indeed being fooled. 30 seconds later she suggested that 'we could try' to get in, but we opted out.
now i love margarita mondays, but the truth of it all was i seemed to always have a problem with the douche bag checking IDs there, so this was a welcome blow to persuade our permanant withdrawal from the place altogether. i hate going to a place where people look at your IDs for so long you feel like you've aged another year just standing there.
moral of the story: just say no to Acapulco's in San Marcos, CA. I'm officially banning it.
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