Friday we ventured out for dinner and a movie. We ate Paseo sandwiches, and while ordering I found a powerful thirst. The menu read "soft drinks, specialty drinks" and I asked about the latter. The cashier said they had never had any specialty drinks, so we paid and drove to Taco Loco for horchata. Taco Loco was closed, so we drove home and had water with our Paseo sandwiches.
Paseo sandwiches are, without question, the best sandwiches I have ever had. Their cuban-style pork roast (mayo, jalapenos, and large chunks of sauteed onions, in a thick baguette-style roll) is consistently the most flavorful and satisfying thing one can eat with two hands. The ingredients are unified by a tangy sauce but retain their individuality.
After we'd eaten our sandwiches, we saw Where the Wild Things Are at the Majestic Bay. I was surprised to find that it was about roughhousing and accidentally hurting the people one is close to. A sample line of dialogue, said like an angry, hurt child: "You stepped on the face part of my head." H thought it depressing, saying that it captured that feeling of a child who feels bad for having misbehaved and is about to be punished. I can't disagree - for a child's dream about a fantasy escape, it involved deeply realistic relationships, and ended without resolution. Deeply beautiful, but troubled and troubling. I think the lesson of Where The Wild Things Are is You must take responsibility for the people who love you.
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