It was pretty fun. When we got to the club, it would be full of people drinking sodas and cheap beers while chatting quietly. The three bartenders and 4 waitresses would pretty much be just hanging out because nobody was ordering anything. As soon as the doors closed, the place started hopping. Top shelf liquor was being poured and lobsters were being killed within minutes and the happy noise level started going up.
The waitstaff loved working those days because the government tipped at a higher rate than was customary and their happy, well fed and semi-sloshed customers also tipped well, so as Dad used to say “they made out like bandits”.
It always made me feel a little sorry for Nixon out there playing golf all by himself while we were all inside having a party on his dime. Not sorry enough to refuse a doggy bag for my untouched lobster tail, but you know…
The sopes were good. We fried them and treated them like tostado shells. Chances are good that we will have them again.
I have had several, it is not physically painful…unless you can’t lay flat on your back for half an hour, but it is loud and tight and you have to hold still for the entire time. I’m not claustrophobic and I don’t get triggered by loud noises but they are still pretty darn uncomfortable.
I just heard a ruckus happening in our catio and found GG squaring off with a praying mantis. I had NO idea what badasses they are, this time we rescued GG from the wildlife instead of the other way around.
That flipping sucks. But be thankful that you aren’t in Texas.
We had one of those for our first place with the sliding glass door and it worked pretty well. They wouldn’t work in french doors, though. Our current catio is placed where it is because the last owners put a small dog door in the laundry room door because cutting holes in the wall is a little extreme even for us.