Every Saturday, Somara and I get to have lunch together at work since our schedules during the rest of the week don’t line up. Ever since I moved over to my new gig, she picks it up and meets me at my friends’ business. Today, the labeling on her tacos was a bit disturbing and comical. We won’t say where but it rhymes with Schmotle. Seriously, it’s probably poor handwriting stating the abbreviation for carnitas (a form of seasoned pork in case my friends are unfamiliar with Latin American cuisine). Therefore, if it tasted like chicken, we would’ve taken it back for a refund.