Memory Monday: Old Tennesee

When I was just old enough to read well, my family went out to eat at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants, Los Hermanos.  I wanted to be a big girl and order all by myself.  I read over the menu and made my selection.  When the waiter asked what I would like, I proudly told him my selection.

"And what would you like to drink?"

I had been so occupied with picking out my meal that I completely forgot about a drink.  I wanted to prove I could do this on my own and I didn't want anyone to notice my negligence.  I should have answered with "water", but I wanted to see my options, and water wasn't a very exciting answer.  I quickly glanced at the "beverage" section of the menu and decided on the first drink I came to.

"I'll have a Jack Daniels."

The whole table, waiter, and possibly even other diners, burst out in laughter.  I didn't understand what was so funny, but I knew they were laughing at me.  I started to cry.  Then my mom told me that Jack Daniels is alcoholic.  I didn't feel like a big girl anymore, even though I had just tried to order whiskey.  I felt like crawling under the table and hiding.

The waiter took pity on me and brought me out a free raspberry and blackberry shake called a "brisa".  It had about a three inch dallop of fresh whipped cream on top and was absolutely delicious.  It was love at first taste and I guess you could say Old Jack introduced us :)  It became a regular for us anytime we went out to eat there.