Yes, I saw the headline too: “Date night for the Obamas: President and First Lady enjoy romantic Mexican meal together as they prepare to spend Valentines Day apart.”
A ghost sighting outside the Oyamel restaurant Saturday night
Okay, we did have dinner on Saturday at Oyamel, Jose Andres downscale Mexican restaurant that specializes in tacos and guacamole that cost twice as much as they do at a real Mexican restaurant. Butt let me be clear: this was most assuredly NOT a “romantic” dinner. What part of “downscale” do you not understand?
And furthermore, let me ask you this: while it can be delicious, does anyone think of Mexican food when they think “romantic” dinner? We’re talking frijoles refritos here, people. Or if you’re enjoying them at Oyamel, “Slow-cooked refried beans stuffed with melted Chihuahua cheese, served with Mexican cream and fresh tortillas.”
EEE-uuu! That does NOT look appetizing. And to make things worse, Lady M – national spokesperson and cheerleader for all things green - insisted on ordering a side of “Col de bruselas estilo San Quintín: Crispy brussels sprouts with a chile de árbol sauce, pumpkin seeds, peanuts and lime.” Are you with me here?
Now we have refried beans paired with a member of the cruciferous (which rhymes with “sulfurous” for a very good reason) family. How many of you are thinking “date night” at this point?
And that’s not all. We also enjoyed some Cachetes de puerco con mole amarillo: “braised house-cured Kurobuta pork cheeks with a mole of guajillo and costeño chiles, served with heirloom rebosero frijoles de olla
and chochayotes;” paired with a variety pack of authentic Oaxacan tacos as a chaser:
Lengua guisada: Braised beef tongue with radishes and a sauce of roasted pasilla chile, tomatoes, onion and garlic
Pancita de puerco al pastor: Seared house-cured Shenandoah Valley pork belly in a sauce of tomatoes and guajillo chiles,served with pineapple, onions and cilantro, and the best of the batch,
And everyone’s favorite:
Chapulines: The legendary Oaxacan specialty of sautéed grasshoppers, shallots, tequila and guacamole.
Are you feelin’ the love yet?
Pig Cheeks, cow tongue, pork belly and crispy grasshoppers: allow me to repeat - NOT a “romantic dinner.”1
Meanwhile in international news, see if you can identify this famous person:
She “clawed her way up from humble beginnings to become one of the most divisive women in the country.”
No, don’t be silly, I said international news: it’s the lovely Valerie Trierweiler, former First Squeeze of French President Francois Hollande. She’s been taking nervous pills and frolicking at the beach with girlfriends ever since being unceremoniously dumped by Francoise for a younger, newer model squeeze. Hollande will arrive in D.C. tomorrow for his official state visit sans an official “First Companion.”
Lady M had been planning the dinner for over a year and is very disappointed that Valerie will not be in attendance. They struck it off right away, and seemingly had a lot in common, Lady M having “clawed her way up from humble beginnings” too.
Off course, unlike Lady M, somebody probably showed Valerie all the trap doors.
Not that we’re putting notches in our boob belt or anything,
butt that’s already two down.
Not a record, butt we still have plenty of time.
I did stumble upon an interesting little tidbit while researching today’s post that I’m just going to pass on to Big Guy without further editorial comment:
“Currently the most unpopular French president of recent times, Hollande's approval ratings ticked a notch higher after the affair was revealed.”
I’m just saying: you just never know when someone might be ready to break out of his job lock to follow his bliss.
1This may not be exactly what the First Couple ordered, butt due to a lack of total transparency I’m projecting what I think they would order.
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