El Tamarindo

Every day last summer I walked by Lauriol Plaza on my way home from the metro, sweating like a man and drooling like a lunatic at all those swirl margaritas.  I was excited for a lot of things last summer: to find out if we had a baby girl or boy, to take a deep breath, to one day wear pants with a button and zipper, and to have a frosty swirl margarita while sitting on the patio at LP.
Last night we decided to go to LP for dinner so I could finally (finally!!!) have a delicious swirl margarita.  Of course, since it was perfect weather, there were about 85 parties ahead of us and we couldn't wait the 45 minutes for a table because Lula was with us.  As it was, we were pushing our luck taking her out to dinner so close to bed time.
So,we turned back toward home and went to El Tamarindo.  El Tamarindo is not as popular as LP and their outside seating is awkwardly at the most dangerous intersection in the District - where U Street, Florida Ave and 18th Street all merge together.  We sat down and before we even ordered - long before the first taste of margarita touched my lips - this happened:

She fell asleep. Right there on the noisy street while we enjoyed a leisurly dinner complete with margarita. 
Maybe this weekend we'll take her to our favorite Mexican place on the Hill and see if Pennsylvania Ave will lull her to sleep like U Street does. 
I love my Lula - she is the best baby.