The Boston Diaries

The ongoing saga of a programmer who doesn't live in Boston, nor does he even like Boston, but yet named his weblog/journal “The Boston Diaries.”

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Thursday, June 17, 2021

So much food today, oh so much food

I don't recall the last time I ate at the Mexican Village, but it's been something like 30 to 35 years. It is my second favorite place to eat, Buddy's being my first. I missed eating at Mexican Village ten years ago, and I wasn't about to miss it this trip. So Bunny and I drove the 25 miles between there and the hotel.

I will say that one thing I do not miss are the Detroit roads—it's like one extended pot hole half-repaired. Ka-thunk ka-thunk ka-thunk bud-a-bud-a-bud-a-bud-a-thunk ka-thunk. The entire way! And back again!

Anyway, other than the road conditions, the trip was mostly uneventful. Things have changed in the 30+ years since I last visited Mexican Village, and let's just say the junction between I-75, I-96, and the Ambassador Bridge is a snarled mess under construction and half-blocked off. And the neighborhood there is … um … shall we say, economically challenged and slowly being reclaimed by nature. It's an odd mix to say the least.

But one oddly maneuvered U-turn in an otherwise abandoned lot later, we arrived. And the place hasn't changed at all in the past 30+ years. I even recogized the same art work on the walls. Amazing!

Way too much food. Just way too much food.

A few hours later, and we were off to an after-rehearsal dinner at The Honey Hole in Plymouth, Michigan. We had the entire restuarant for the party as the groom-to-be, my cousin Jordan, was also a part owner of the place (and is still in the process of reopening the place now that Michigan is slowly opening up). His brother Aaron, owner of the Westwind Brewery in Elkhart, Indiana, was curious about the brewing possibilities in the basement (it's Michigan—every building has a basement, and it's something I sorely miss, living in South Florida), When we were given a tour of the basement, it was clear that brewing beer was not an option, unless you hired a bunch of Hobbits (or Oompa-Loompas—they would work just as well).

And then the food arrived. Way too much food. If this keeps up, I might have to use a baby care bag.

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