Aaron and I had a tough time tonight choosing a restaurant for dinner in Chelan. Italian restaurants and pizza joints abound, but paleo choices there are probably limited. We went to a Mexican place instead and each got steak fajita salads, leaving behind the crispy shells that the salads were served in.
We also asked the waiter to not bring any chips to the table, and by the look on his face, we might as well have asked him to set our table on fire.
Mexican food bonus: Aaron doesn’t like guacamole, so I got to eat it allllllll!
30-mile mountain bike race in the morning. I’ll be in charge of the cowbell.