For our most recent Gurlie meet-up, we did a democratic vote to decide what to eat, and Mexican came out tops. So the Gurlie with the recently-fat wallet decided to give us all a treat for being nice this year. 
Just kidding. God knows how horrid I’ve been this year. Anyway, she recommended Cafe Iguana and, since it’s my first time to the outlet, I was eager to do some eat-eat-snap-snap-blog-blog.
Just kidding. God knows how horrid I’ve been this year. Anyway, she recommended Cafe Iguana and, since it’s my first time to the outlet, I was eager to do some eat-eat-snap-snap-blog-blog.
By the way, please do not expect too much out of the photos this time, because 1) I do not own a great camera, so all it can do it snap whatever it can and expects Photoshop to do the rest of the magic and 2) the place was dimly lit when we visited in the evening and I’m not a great fan of Flash, so naturally the photos are grainy. Still, for illustration purposes, I’ve decided to post them on.
Friday night’s far from a fantastic time to visit Cafe Iguana unless you have a booking done, because we were told to wait for at least 45 minutes for our table of 6 unless we wanted to take the bar seats. So by the time we got seated at around 8pm, the place was bustling with the rowdy TGIF working crowd, and our stomachs were growling Canon in D.
