I'm going to go with a hard yes on this one. More power to ya #rnrnashville runners, I'll have another glass for you!
It's birthday week in our apartment, so even the bar cart got festive! 🥂
Mini funfetti waffles and leftover easter candy are the only way to get your Monday going right 🙌🏻🐰
Friends. We're going mini over at @shopmondayparty - we can't wait for you to romp around with us this summer! Organic cotton goodies that we just can't wait to share with you!
Toddler reviews @bartacolife : Last week my continually embarrassing nanny kept going on and on about wanting to eat at Bartaco. She has to be the whiniest human I know. And she never once has gotten put in time out over it. Toddler discrimination here. I obliged only because she let me jump in my favorite Nashville puddle, the one outside of @frothymonkey of course. They had us sit outside, and didn't even call my agent to talk compensation for the free advertising. I'll have to speak to a manager on that one. I do not pose with product placement for free. Hashtag not sponsored. The bigs ordered guac, hallelujah these idiots finally get something right, but when they brought it out my friend kept calling it a cookie. I'm not sure what his bigs are trying to pull on him, but a round tortilla chip is in no way a cookie. Idiot. I mainly use chips as spoons for my guac, but I never double dip. Once the chip has been licked once it is no longer fit to be a mode of transport from the guac to my mouth. Disgusting. Now, these big people who tote us around ordered a large guac, which at first I was like what are y'all eating - but I quickly discovered they can't even get that right. The regular guac is spicy. You can't even see the little green or red devils they must throw in to spice it up. You best bet I spit it out. Right there on the table. I then continued to make their foolishness known by scratching my tongue with my hand. These people are in charge of us?! It did however get us our own kids guac quickly brought out. We chased that down with some water in their straw cups, can I get a par-tay up in here? And I was quite impressed with their grill mark free quesadilla (if you want to know my thoughts on grill marks, check out my @thegrilledcheeserie review). The food bringers all thought we were precious, undeniable. The sun didn't shine in my eyes, I can't squint because it ruins my broody look. And the plants are great to throw your food in when no one is looking. I'm so fast they never even see that freaking bak bak fly gracefully from my mouth, somersault into my hand and fling itself into the mulch. See ya next time bartaco. Have my quesadilla waiting.