We were starving when we finally came out of the room but because we only had two stick of Marlboro Black left, we walked all over the place (literally) to find a pack. We went to dinner defeated, struggling to stay happy with the meager replacement Lights.
But when we finally decided where to eat and sat down and had our order set on the table, all thought of the missing Black was out of the window.
We had the yummiest beefiest cheesiest best-looking chimichangas in Ole!, a Mexican restaurant at D'mall, just a few steps away from the beach. The place was cozy and had funny-cute sayings on the wall. My favorite was something that started with "If you're drinking to forget..." something something something else.