I had lunch today with my crazy friend Grant (pictured in the previous post).  We went to one of our favorite spots in the Valley De Silicon, Neto’s.  He conveniently forgets his wallet, so I said I’d be happy to buy lunch today.  Getting out of the car he says “Oh, you don’t have to buy me a drink, I brought my own” and slips a Dr. Pepper into his pocket.

We wait in line to get our awesome sandwiches made, having a fun time mocking the college kids there who think they are uber cool, remembering when we were that young and thought we knew everything.

Its finally our turn to pay and following conversation ensues:

Neto’s Lady:  Only one drink?

Grant:  Yeah, I have my own drink

NL:  Oh, so you’re taking it home?

G:  No, eating here.

NL:  So you’re going to drink your drink afterwards?

G:  No

NL:  Well, we don’t allow outside drinks.

G:  Umm, ok.

NL: (in a voice you would use to explain to a 3 year old that they can’t eat dirt) Its like going to a restaurant, you wouldn’t bring your own drink to a restaurant, would you?

G:  No, probably not.

NL:  Well, you’ll have to leave your drink in the car then.

G:  Ok

Now, as I type this out, it doesn’t seem that funny, kinda seems like a “you had to be there”, but keep in mind that Neto’s is not really a restaurant.  When you go there, you order a piece of meat from the grill, take it inside for them to make a sandwich out of it.  Once you have this awesome sandwich in hand, you go out to what is essentially a backyard with a bunch of tables scattered about.  Its certainly not fine dining by any stretch.

The lady’s reaction was just so funny.  Grant and I had a good laugh about it.