The other day, Mom and I had lunch at El Donahue’s–Well, the real name is The Real Enchilada, but everything inside says it’s Olga’s On The Square, but some of us old-timers call it El Donahue’s because Donahue’s restaurant was there for about seventy million years.

The last time Mom and I were there, we had a chicken adventure, but not this time. This time, all we had was way too much food. Here is a picture of my poor little gray-headed Mama looking at a mushroom quesadilla as big as her head. She took half of it home. She said it was excellent.

Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday or day off or whatever today. I said I would post, but I didn’t say it would be worth reading.

Although, if you’re in the neighborhood, I do recommend the restaurant.

WRITING PROMPT: Write a character who cares more for quantity than quality and a character who likes micro meals of the highest quality. Describe their reactions to foods at one another’s favorite restaurants. The characters don’t have to know each other.

MA