After we were finished for the day in Amsterdam, Bill and I drove back down to Albany and had dinner. We walked into my boss's room/conference room where an all-day meeting was still taking place. He whispered to Bill, "There's pizza over there if you're hungry." Bill replied, "Oh we already ate."
"At Pancho's." I said. He said loudly enough to stop the meeting, "WHAT??? They have a Pancho's here?"
"Not like ours," I told him, "But it was damn good. Best I've had since Texas."
He's going tomorrow.
