Sunday lunches are my favorite. I'm not sure if it's the food or the fellowship that I enjoy the most, but there's just something different about a Sunday lunch. I've been in Luverne for the weekend and today my family and some friends went out for Mexican. Luverne recently opened it's very own Mexican restaurant, Monarca's, and it has become a favorite for the community. You might think it's a favorite simply because it's one of only three restaurants where we small town folks can gather after the Sunday morning worship service, but I beg to differ. It earns the title of favorite because it really is delicious. So delicious it sometimes makes you wish you'd never eaten it.
That was exactly my experience today. You know what I'm talking about. First, there's that endless basket of chips. Before you know it, you've already consumed probably 2 whole baskets on your own and when your food finally arrives, it would be terribly rude not to eat it. So you take a deep breath, man up, and attempt to clean your plate like your mother taught you. Today I couldn't possibly have cleaned my plate. If I'd tried I might have keeled over right there in the restaurant from gluttony and I didn't want to miss a beat. Sunday lunches at home with my family and friends are too few and far between not to enjoy.
I glanced around the table and just felt like laughing. Lunches with us at Monarca's are usually mad chaos. Everyone tries to get a word in, each one growing louder and louder in an attempt to drown out the other conversations going on simultaneously. But hey, everybody needs a little mad chaos in their life. It gives you something to laugh about. Today I got enough of it to last me a while--and I'm still stuffed.
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