Having wandered gawking and gasping at the sights of New York, I was hungry. Andy had come home from work and decided he knew just what was needed.
He told me to get my wallet and to make sure I was cashed up.
Not being completely sure about whether he was joking or being honest, I grabbed my money clip and stuffed it full of cash.
As we walked down 10th avenue, I still wasn't sure whether Andy was telling the truth or not.
Suddenly, he turned abruptly into a fairly non-descript little Mexican bodega. I only assumed that he wanted to buy something quickly. However, instead he continued to move into its depths and I soon found myself in a Mexican restaurant.