Tonight we went to dinner at Chilli Willi's, a pseudo-Mexican restaurant in town. The food is pretty good. I ordered the Bad Juan margarita. But it wasn't that good. In fact, I guess you could say I'm a margarita snob. Most restaurants just use sweet & sour mix and tequila, which are way too sweet for me. Our friend Bob T. makes the best margaritas in the world, with fresh squeezed lime juice, and the secret ingredient, a single village mezcal, which is really smoky, like scotch. So tonight, I asked my husband to remind me not to order a margarita when I am out to dinner. I'll drink mine at home.

I was running errands today, and was stopped at a traffic light near Frostop drive-in. The smell of the hot dogs was overwhelming, so I had to detour there for lunch. This place has been in business for at least 50 years. When I was little, the big revolving mug of root beer fascinated me. It was a real treat to go there to eat, long before the Golden Arches were in town. They even served root beer in little tiny mugs for kids. So even though hot dogs should not be on my diet, I cheated and ate one. (And it WAS low fat!).