the wild frontier

so, katie and i are driving over to frontier. this 24 hour mexican diner. becca wound up taking katie's car to her friend's house. so it's just dinner for two this evening. or morning. it's about 2am. we arrive. there's a huge line outside the restaurant. cops with metal detectors are frisking everyone as they go in. hmm... never been frisked on my way into a restaurant before. not sure if that's a good sign or not? can check it off my list though (except these are male cops).

we start talking to the guys in back of us. ask them what's going on? apparently this happens every night. the cops show up after a certain hour and r-e-g-u-l-a-t-e. keep the local burrito eaters in check. katie's never been here this late so she's never been frisked for a burrito before either. we're both a little concerned. we get inside. wait in line some more. eventually place an order for two frontier burritos w/ green chile. ahh... green chile burritos. can check that off my list now too (though i'm not sure of the magical properties of these burritos). was told by the guys in back of us that i can't leave albuquerque without trying the green chile. it's supposedly highly addictive. wouldn't be surprised if it's laced with heroin. takes a few minutes to get ready. we grab a seat. start talking. then our number comes up. i get the food katie's been dying for since i met her. sit back down.

forgot to get silverware. i get up again. walk over to where the utensils are. okay, i need a couple forks... some napkins... could use some knives... knives? wait where are the knives?

a guy standng next to me notices my confusion. "looking for a knife?" "yeah." "they don't have knives here. afraid we're gonna cut each other up." "uhhh... are you joking?" "nope." great? well, i guess i'll make do without them." i return to my seat. eat my green chile burrito a little more cautiously than i normally would.