Longboards Tap & Taco

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Several thrilling things happened yesterday, one of which was eating my first ever fried Oreo. I don’t know who decided that Oreos could or should be fried, but now I feel pretty strongly that this is the only way they should be served.

If you read this blog on the regular it should come as no surprise to you that I don’t write much anymore, let alone about my life. This is mostly because–with the exception of my herd of cats–my life is mind-numbingly boring and not worth writing about. And the parts that are not mind-numbingly boring can’t be written about. So. Here we are. Would you like an Oreo that has been battered and deep fried? Of course you would.

Last night was surprisingly action packed considering my standard existence lately, but mostly I just want to tell you what I ate.

We stopped by Longboards, a recent (and worthy) addition to Charlotte’s dining scene. We’ve been dying to get in there because a friend and fellow yogi owns it and is cranking some serious magic out of the kitchen.

I walked in the doors claiming to be “not hungry” but was quickly convinced otherwise when Eric started flinging plates of food our way. He started us off with tostones–plantain cups filled with black beans, guacamole and cotija cheese.

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I got a margarita (obviously) and, as is par for the course, was super obnoxious about how they should make it. This is not on their menu but if you want a real-ass, damn good margarita just ask for tequila, fresh lime juice, soda water and a splash of pineapple juice. No sour mix allowed. And tell them Katie sent you.

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We both got tempura-fried avocado tacos for dinner, which Eric was please to announce he has finally perfected in a vegan, gluten-free version. (He knows how to feed yoga teachers.) We passed on that and brought on the cheese.

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My side was cabbage and radish slaw (I LOVE MAYONNAISE-LESS SLAW) and Adam had Mexican street corn (CAN’T EVEN DEAL).

I was prepared to curl up in a ball and take a nap at this point, but Eric was prepared to feed me deep-fried Oreos and ice cream so I was all, “I am not opposed to this.”

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If you’re curious (and you are), a deep-fried Oreo is a gift from God and it tastes like a deep-fried brownie. Try to wrap your head around that. Adam is lame and can’t eat chocolate so he got key lime pie, which I’d probably have been impressed with were it not in the shadow of two deep-fried Oreos.

So basically what happened here is I ate fried plantains, fried avocado and fried Oreos for dinner. Dietetics school dropout.

Definitely what I wanted to do after a meal like that was sit in a hundred-degree room with 80 of my closest friends and listen to music. So that’s what I did.

We had a very special charity benefit concert at Y2 featuring Andy Grammer.

Andy actually played at Y2 back when it first opened and before he went platinum and performed with the likes of Taylor Swift. So, you know, getting him back in there was no big deal.

He was such a great sport to play in a small, humble space especially considering the crowds he’s seen and the fact that we couldn’t get the temperature below 90 degrees. Once a hot yoga studio, forever a hot yoga studio.

Great show. Super talented guy. He and his wife don’t know it yet but I’m pretty confident we’re going steady and I bet he likes deep-fried Oreos, too.

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2 thoughts on “Longboards Tap & Taco

  1. “If you read this blog on the regular it should come as no surprise to you that I don’t write much anymore, let alone about my life. This is mostly because–with the exception of my herd of cats–my life is mind-numbingly boring and not worth writing about. And the parts that are not mind-numbingly boring can’t be written about.”

    I’ve been feeling the same way for a couple of years, and I wonder if it’s an age/getting older/growing up thing? I used to vomit my feelings all over live journal but gradually I just started wanting to keep things private, without even realizing that a change was taking place. For a while it made me feel like I didn’t really want to write anymore at all. Anyway I love your blog even if you think your life is boring ;)

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