Taco Challenge Throwdown

Here's Jerry, Norah and I bellied up to the bar, ready for some tacos. Norah's expression seems to say, "My mom is gonna eat how many tacos?!"Below is my competition: Jon. He may look like he's from south of the border, but he's about as authentically Mexican as these tacos (which, I would rate about one notch above Taco Bell tacos -- they're not great, but when you're going for quantity, you sacrifice a little quality).

Here I am, ready to rumble, with a Dos Equis in hand. Jon's one condition was that I had to match him in beers, so we each had two.

And, lastly, here I am -- taco in hand!

In the end, I only managed to eek out 9 tacos, and Jon beat me with 11 tacos consumed. But it was a reach for the both of us (we swear they filled those tacos WAY fuller than last week), and ultimately, it was our other friend, Pete, who was Taco Champion with a record breaking 14 tacos!

While I did lose, I still achieved a PR in taco-eating, and we had a lot of fun. Best lines of the night were as follows:

Jon, after 9 tacos, "I have a burp in me and if I can get that out, I can put down 2 more. No problem."

Pete, after his 14 taco annihilation, said: "I could eat another 3, but why bother?"

And, my favorite was Jerry's comment: "No taco is 12 tacos good."

Oh, and the last bit of funny was when the bartender brought out 3 soft shell tacos when Jon had ordered hard shell, and she sent them back and yelled at the kitchen: "These are soft; they're supposed to be HARD!" My comment? "That's what she said." That slayed Jerry.

So, now I am in stretchy pajama pants, feeling much better with an elastic waistline, and I'm gonna go lay on the couch until Top Chef comes on at 9. I also think I may have another beer. I don't think we have any Dos Equis in the house, but we do have some Stella! :)