Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
I’ve learned this the hard way, and recently, so have many of my companions in the Chapel Hill-Carrboro area.
Wherever you’re reading this, I suggest you have a seat. Things are about to get very, very heavy. Let me elaborate.
Sunday night, I was making my weekly (sometimes semiweekly) trip to Monterrey, the finest Mexican restaurant in the Triangle and quite possibly the world.
Upon entering, I was greeted like a king and ushered to my regular booth. I ordered a drink, started munching on the complimentary chips and salsa and didn’t even think about picking up a menu.
I knew why I was there, and so did they. Three letters. A-C-P.
I pulled out my phone and started my weekly routine.
Go to Facebook. Check in at Monterrey Carrboro. Add the caption, "Eating dinner with great friends."
I knew my promotion of the restaurant’s authentic Mexican cuisine would be rewarded with warm, liquid gold.