Chihuahua is a large city with many restaurants, we knew this, we had been here numerous times before. We drove in circles for an hour and could find nowhere to eat. Libby was getting that look, the feed me or die glare. I was about to utter the fatal words, "How about potato chips for dinner? Umm, which way to, umm, what's the name, you know, the hotel?" when I spotted the restaurant. "Look, the Cebolla Roja, I wonder if it's open." A quick, illegal and ridiculously dangerous u-turn into the empty parking lot, an open sign on the door, Libby's glare faded; I knew I was safe.The manager greeted us at the door, chuckled, made a lighthearted comment about women drivers, and seated us. Wood p
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