As Bonnie and I were driving into Houston Saturday, I called my son and asked if he wanted to meet us for lunch somewhere around Baybrook Mall (which is on the way to his house) or if we should drive to his house and go to lunch from there.
He gave me directions to Café Express which I repeated to Bonnie and promptly proceeded to use in order to get us lost. At least, I thought we were lost. When we got to I-45, I made the northerly turn as instructed and drove and drove and drove. I couldn’t see the traffic light ahead which Cory said I was supposed to use to make the turn to Café Express. So, in fear that I would end up in Dallas before realizing I had gone too far, I pulled into a parking lot and called Cory.
I told him I thought I was lost and that I had just passed Pappasito’s. He told me I was going in the right direction. Still amazed that I actually possessed the willpower to pass up Pappasito’s, I stayed on the phone with him. As I began to exit the parking lot, he said, “Are you behind a red car?” I looked in front of me and, sure enough, I was behind a red car. I looked at the access road in front of the red car and there was Cory, zooming by.
To put it into the Texas vernacular: I tell you what, that’s weird right there, I don’t care who you are.
Café Express was delicious. I got a grilled shrimp Caribbean salad which had jicama, fried plantains, green onions and sweet carrots in a lemon mango vinaigrette. To kick it up a notch, I walked over to the *extras* bar and added roasted garlic, sun-dried tomatoes and capers. I had a little party of flavors in my mouth and it was fantastic.