Death by Cabbie

So recently I ventured out to Caliente Cab in the East Village as a suggestion from my niece who was raving about the guacamole. The service was pretty good, our waiter felt like he was my dad, and I was required to eat all of my food or else. I decided to skip drinks as I had shit to do the next morning.

Well honey, let me tell you, I ate a killer avocado! The effects were not immediate but when they came it was swift. It was looking for some type of revenge, I’m assuming it did not appreciate being taken from his friends in the kitchen to be placed on my table. Who the hell knows.

I’m not sure If I will be willing to go back to Caliente Cab as my go to Mexican eatery is Gonzalez Y Gonzalez. If I ever do go backĀ I will be sure to stay the eff away from the avocados. I don’t even want them near my table.


FYI When given the bill, it comes with a postcard, I LOVE that touch from restaurants.