Monday is hell.
Mordidas will be open on Blue Mondays from 6 to 11 pm to serve simple spirits. There is no waitress unless one is willing to “work” for food, drink and tips. The bartender/cook will probably be discretely inebriated.
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Mondays are hell if you are working, the worst day of the week, the hardest one to get it up for. Blue Monday is worse.
Monday is hell if you are not working, the day when nothing happens because everyone (else) has a hangover and had to work. My employees here in Vallarta used to always have an excuse for not showing up on Monday. I gave up and just wrote it off to the celebration of “Santo Lunes.”
Mondays are depressing. I love reliability
The menu is simple: We do not want to cook a whole lot on Mondays so we will serve leftovers and pizzas. The cook is quoted as saying, “I could toss a fabulous pizza even if I were too drunk to stand.”
Our drinks are always cheap. The featured drink will be hair of the dog. Beer is 25 pesos. Well drinks are 30 pesos. Shelf drinks are a tad more. Wine is 50 pesos or 200 for a bottle of fairly good, tho cheap, Chilean wine. No complicated drinks will be served unless you are easily amused.
“Happy Hour” is a pathetic anachronism. No one is happy on Mondays.
“I wish I was resurrected from the dead on Sunday so I had an excuse for taking off work on Monday.” — anonymous
“… knowing that one seventh of our life will be wasted on Mondays.”
“You’re damn right, I’ve got the blues. From my head down to my shoes. I can’t win ’cause I don’t have a thing to lose.” — Buddy Guy
“I read in the newspapers they are going to have 30 minutes of intellectual stuff on television every Monday from 7:30 to 8, to educate America. They couldn’t educate America if they started at 6:30.” — Groucho Marx