Saturday night, and my buds passed up Rebozos for Swiss Chalet. Not my first choice for grub, mostly because of their forever the same menu. Still good times though, and Jay wolfed down 2 festive feasts. And he’s asian. Legend.
The next day I shoot out of bed at noon and start the gears for a quick Rebozos redemption lunch. The girly and I pull up to Rebozos, and thats when all the head scratching starts. Rebozos is pretty much the Canadian equivalent to a Mexican taco truck. Except up here, we let customers straight into our homes. The place is a converted house, with about 6 tables in the small living room. I use the word converted lightly because they didnt do much converting. We walk in, and most of the people there are already staring at us.
