Look What I Did

I never knew what El Pollo Loco was until I moved to Reno. But then I had the amazing experience of having their black beans, which are full of pseudo-Mexican goodness.

And then they took them away! Freaking bastards.

So, I wrote them a (not-so) nice letter stating that I would never, ever, not in a million years! eat there again until they brought back the black beans! (Pinto beans being so over-rated, of course. Unless you are from New Mexico, where apparently everyone eats pinto beans like they are going out of style. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Literally. I, however, am NOT from new Mexico, and I detest pinto beans. But I digress...)

The Evil Crazy Chicken himself emailed me his apologies and mailed me a gift certificate for $5 to El Pollo Loco. Trickers! They tried to trick me into eating there again! Well, I would not be fooled. I gave the gift certificate away to someone who likes pinto beans. I WILL NEVER BETRAY MY PRECIOUS BLACKS BEANS!

And then, many months later, during a particularly bad drought of black bean goodness, a blessed miracle occurred. I got an other email from The Crazy Chicken Himself, stating that black beans are back. They realized the error of their ways and are now giving the public what they want! The Black Bean!
Ha! Take THAT Crazy Chicken! You lost money on that one, my friend, and now you will reap many rewards from realizing that I, as usual, am right.