We ate beans and our margaritas were on fire.

The Enchiladas Acapulco were stuffed with crab and shrimp and fit for an under-sea predator in the Gulf of Mexico.

Important to note: Morrissey has eaten here.

Wrong Dimension Boy likes to sip fiery drinks someplace besides all those Polinisian restaurants...what a lovely change! They had a mariachi band to boot. A Quaalude-mariachi band, according to heyJuan. Easy-listening according to Rebecca--who didn't really hear them but greatly respects heyJuan's opinion. We aren't absolutely certain that they were mariachi: "perhaps a subgroup?" suggests Mark, "or LA Mexican?" says Rebecca.

"What are they for those Quaaludes?" asks heyJuan. "I only did it once", says someone. "Hey, if I was in the 701s and I was on Quaaludes, I would probably wanna hear Jean Michel Garre", says someone else.

As you can see it was a languid evening of laden stomachs and a couple of headaches. The many large groups of young hip singles packing the joint confused us. This restaurant was wAy too popular for us. We like to hide ourselves from folks who must rush home to see "Sex In The City" every Sunday...at least that1s the act we put on for one another: truth be told, Sexy SilverLakers are just as susceptible to sex in the media as any other commercially-washed jelly-brained Generation TrippleX. But it WAS disturbing to come into close proximity of Angeleno Yuppie Groups that were almost bigger than our own. We are used to taking over the restaurants we patronize, slowly insinuating our liberal freaky presence over every table and chair...making the waiters our slaves and the chefs our bitches. Here we were just part of the crowd--another boat in the sea of Mariachi ambiance, gaseous burritos, and flaming slush drinks.

Rebecca believes that we can use these OTHER groups as a common enemy to bring us all closer together. If we can all learn to be as bOthered!! by them as Wrong Dimension Boy is! She emphasizes that "...without hatred we would still be living in caves and eating our tacos raw. It is THE bond which gives meaning to our lives and makes us truly human." "Hey! I don't hate anybody, except them meter mules!" Wrong Dimension Boy protests. Rebecca takes this news in her stride: "We are planning an intervention for poor Boy. He needs to be more amenable to peer pressure."

ChrisLOve feels it is important to interject that despite above inference, The SilverLake Dinner Club is ANTI-CULT. We are all about Tolerance and LOve...and don1t you forget it little fuckers!

...Mark here..uh...We're all at my house. Well first the food. Mine was so laden with cheese that I felt like finding the name of a good cardiologist. MOO. Then I played my music. I channeled the spirit of Blind Willie Johnson. Real tumbleweedy like.

CL