Fish Taco Revolution.

Last night we found ourselves surrounded by the remnants of the 17th Street bowling league. It was a cool night,so we decided to go out and get a bite to eat at Mama’s Tacos and Fried Fish. It is right across from the bowling alley, and right next to the Drug Extravaganza, (Home of High Prices and Rude Help). Since it was such a pleasantly cool evening the patio was almost empty. Since we were feeling pretty good about life, a little extra exuberant, and filled with joyful sound of Friday, we decided to take the empty table at the far north east corner, away from every one else.

Crisp fall air embraced us as we sat on the metal chairs, and read the laminated, multi colored menus. One sheet, but 10 inches wide, and 16 inches high, and covered front and back with accurate descriptions of some of the counties best, if not always most authentic Mexican food. A separate sheet carried the drink selection, Mama made the best margaritas and daiquiris in town, and sold them by the pitcher.

Out waitress, the polite, aging Isabelle, who was dressed in a long red skirt, a flowing, flowery blouse and had her graying black hair in a ponytail that came halfway down her back. All of which made her look even taller and thinner. Her smile was sincere, and her demeanor was gracious. She was a fixture at Mama’s and everybody loved her.

About midway through our appetizers, (Shrimp Carnitas Nachos, Chicken Mole Rolls, and Tiny Fish Tacos) we noticed movement in the brushes, surrounding the parking lot. It was the 17th Street Irregulars, a member of the Friday Night Big Shot Bowling league. They had suffered a crushing, humiliating defeat at the hands of the Bob’s Discount Liquor Drive Though Marauders. Many people felt Bob brought in paid ringers from around the city. His cramped office, in the back of his drive through was stuffed with slow pitch softball, darts, billiards and bowling trophies.

Moving quickly we established a defensive perimeter and began to maneuver. Aided by the headlights of passing cars on Maple Street our antagonist were quickly surrounded and forced to surrender. Our superior mobility proved to be the decisive factor.

The bowlers were soon co-opted into our party and we ordered more pitchers, some jalapeno poppers, and some guacamole with tortilla chips, and the party took off. We signed a non aggression pact and decided it was time for Bob to pay the price for his arrogance and smugness.

Thus was born the Fish Taco Association for Justice.

I would like to apologize for this post. I have been reading "Street Without Joy" by Bernard Fall and it has put me in the mood for intrigue, war, and covert cooperation. Outside influences are a curse.  And food is always welcome at Life Explained. This in not going to be easy but somehow it is going to be tied into #VivaLaDonuts.