My Saturday night Halloween celebration was pretty uneventful due to a pitifully low budget, but I had a lady friend over and we went to the Mezcal's Mexican restaurant on the corner for some appetizers before we settled in for an evening of horror flicks (for the record: the flicks turned out to be LEMORA-A CHILD'S TALE OF THE SUPERNATURAL and KUNG FU FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE, which features the infamous scene with a Chinese wizard being defeated by brothel workers who bombard him with antique feminine napkins and a vat of menstrual waste).
We both ordered nacho dishes which varied only slightly — hers being topped with chicken and mine with chorizo — and cost $6.95 each. For that price we received plates that each had exactly six tarted-up nachos. SIX FUCKING NACHOS?!!? An entire bag of Cool Ranch Doritos costs maybe $2.49 at the most, for fuck's sake! Further proof of how badly the restaurants in my neighborhood suck hairy Bea Arthur balls and are now catering to the neuveau riche who are fucking up Park Slope on a slowly escalting basis.
I asked my lady friend if it was just me, or was the meal a shameless ripoff, and she gave me an unequivocal "Yes;" including both of our meager orders and a diet Coke for her, the bill came to $20 with the tip figured in. Needless to say, I will not go to that fucking clip joint again, and will continue my happily-provided patronage of the mighty Taco Bell ("It Makes yer doody smell!").