Just rocked some serious Ahi tuna tacos and a habanero mango margarita from Ole in Inman Square, Cambridge and I have to confess…the spicy mango margarita was exactly what I had been looking for. This drink made me sweat like an Inner Circle song; I felt like I was 6 years old and I kind of liked it.
Oh and as for the title of this post? I had a toothless (legit) gentleman seated on the stool next to me ask me that question tonight. In the moment of speechlessness following his question, Spielberg’s doppeleganger walked up to the bar. I left before Toothless Tim, armed with a pen in one hand and the book in the other, could ask for his autograph.
