By Confections of a Foodie Bride on March 20, 2014
A couple of weekends ago, we were crouched over a “Boss” burger and a bowl of Kerbey Queso when the server dropped off a frosty carafe full of a perfect pink drink at the table next to us. I contained my squeal but my “OHMYGODINEEDTHATRIGHTNOW” face was met with a silent, disapproving head-shake. After like 10 years, we now mostly communicate with a series of eyebrow movements, squinty faces, and throat clicks. . . .