Tacos Del Rancho justo lo que necesitaba

I woke up at 2 AM, awoken by the arrival of yet another snow dump. My alarm was set for 4 AM, for a United flight out of Ottawa which was originally scheduled at 6:25 but had already been delayed by half an hour the night before.  I knew the heavy snow would cause further delays and my layover in O’Hare was impossibly short to begin with. Perhaps for that reason, I couldn’t get back to sleep. Or perhaps I was too much aware there was no other flight to Tucson out of O’Hare. I was already assuming that I’d spend the night in Chicago and my plan B was a deep dish pizza adventure and a visit to the United Center to see the Blackhawks play the Predators. We landed late in O’Hare, but United had decided to hold the plane for the few of us who needed that…

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Taco Rico got the job done

We landed in Fort Lauderdale after an uneventful flight. After going through all the necessary steps, we were soon on our way to our destination in Cutler Bay, a little over 45 minutes from the airport. Our breakfast, grabbed quickly at the Maple Leaf lounge at the Pierre-Elliott Trudeau airport, was long gone. The Waffle junior munched on some cheese on the plane, but both The Waffle and The Mrs. Waffle had nothing to eat. By the time the luggage was retrieved, the car rented and The Waffles on their way under the Florida Sun, it was way past lunchtime. We hit the I95-S, and since our journey would lead us all the way to the end of the Expressway, where we would hit the US1. I suggested that we wait until then to stop and eat, that surely we would see a spot along the way. There was a…

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