Day Five: Fucking Food!

We started early after a good night's rest, headed towards San Antonio. 

It was another day of endless road; Husband and I cherishing each other's company and getting into involved discussions like we did when we met. I almost prefer a long drive to places, because it's the most opportune setting to be intimate on that deeper level. I love it so much!

On top of a lovely drive together, we arrived in San Antonio at a decent hour, checked into a comfortable room, and went off in search of Mexican food. 

Oh. My. God.

This place. 

I can't even. 

I'm tearing up at the memory. 

This food was so fucking good, Husband and I were considering an open marriage with it. 

Fuck. This was like, straight out of abuela's kitchen level stuff. 

Everything was hand made, fresh to order, including their orgasmic tortillas. I never thought I'd see the day a tortilla would get me this hot and bothered. 

After eating our huge, delicious portions, a regular customer passed through and insisted we try the flan. 

We did not regret over stuffing ourselves with it. I haven't felt this good about belly bloat since... I don't even know. This could be record breaking stuff right here. 

Checo's is a family owned slice of heaven tucked into a corner of a shopping center. Go out of your way to eat here at least twice. Husband and I will be making a point of stopping here forever days in our future ventures.