Birthday dinner is great any night of the week

Ian took us out for my birthday dinner early. We are still trying to figure out whether the fabulous Mexican dinner had anything to do with the killer reflux and esophageal spasms that mimicked a heart attack closely enough to send me in to the doctor in the wee hours of the morning. (Keep in mind that my father was only 25 with his first heart attack...) Even if so, we simply don't care. What we're sure of is that it remains our favorite family restaurant hands down. There was no live mariachi music that night, but that in no way dimmed our excitement in having a rare meal out on the town. Here's to somebody else doing the dishes!