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Seriously, how bad can it be?
By Allyson Reedy
Special to Metromix
It’s usually not that hard for me to find dining companions. Especially when I offer to pay. But this is Casa Bonita we’re talking about, and conventional restaurant rules don’t really apply. When I asked friends and family to join me at the world’s most exciting restaurant to pop my CB cherry, I didn’t get any takers.
“I cannot describe to you in words how nasty the food is.”
“You better stock up on Pepto Bismal!”
“Would we actually have to, like, eat there?”
“You poor soul.”
“You know how I can’t eat Velveeta Shells and Cheese anymore because I got soo sick off of it that one time and yacked all night? I can’t go with you to Casa Bonita because I would become your Velveeta Shells and Cheese. I don’t want you associating me with that crap.”
