Courtney and I ate at the El Loro last night. As Court pointed out, El Loro will be “that place” we drag our kids to. The food and staff are great.

We were the first seated in an area near the front of the restaurant. We ordered our food and were enjoying our chips when two women were seated in the booth next to us. “We don’t want to sit by them,” one of the ladies said. I glanced her way to make sure she wasn’t talking about us. I looked over my shoulder. No one else was in the area. I concluded that, yes, she was talking about us.

“I hate sitting next to people. We’re going to be loud,” she told the waiter. They sat two booths away. I found her comments odd and a tad rude. After sitting down the two young women discussed, loudly, the appropriate size of margaritas to order. They determined the 60oz was too large and settled for the smaller 36oz mugs. The girl was right, they were going to be loud.

For the rest of our time there I couldn’t hear them much. As the restauant started to fill up other couples and families were seated around them. I considered it pennance for their demands.