One should have flown over

I'm typing on my Eee in the Parthenon Diner in Old Saybrook, CT. No, this isn't a tweet-substitute, I'm just delighted at how well my Eee is working, and how prevalent free WiFi is getting.

The Parthenon is just what you expect from a diner, and that's a good thing. Portion sizes are a bit out of control, but the food is solid, nothing exceptional but reliable.

Last night's dinner, however, was a fiasco. Somehow we got our Mexican restaurants mixed up and went to the worst Mexican food ever. The cheese enchilada had muenster cheese on the inside and not-quite-melted American cheese on the outside. The guacamole was from a can. The chicken taco had chicken in it... not shredded, mind you, just a huge hunk of flavorless chicken.

I've been in a lot of Mexican restaurants that made a big deal of their margarita and tequila options, but I've never been in one where it seemed almost everyone else was availing themselves heavily of those options. Even on a Sunday night. The women were overdressed for the occasion -- saw one very attractive woman in a sapphire blue evening gown, with a guy in cut-off jeans and a shirt spotted with engine grease. The place had a piano player, but the ambiance was every narrow cluttered Mexican restaurant you've ever been in. What a jumble.

I never got to ask why it was called the Cuckoo's Nest, especially considering cuckoos don't make nests.