Margarita's, our go-to favorite neighborhood restaurant, knows us so well that even with Andy in the restroom, they brought us a bowl of complimetary pickled carrots. Years ago, they'd automatically set carrots on every table when they brought the chips and salsa, but for the last few years Andy always has to request them (and he does every time we're there). They're not my thing but Andy loves them. Apparently, staff knows that.
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