Mi casa es su casa

Last night, we went to dinner at Casa Romero for Jen's 30th birthday bash. (I know! 30! The horror!) I'd never been to Casa Romero, perhaps because it is the heart of Mexico tucked away in a Back Bay Boston alley. Seriously, folks, it's down an alley. It was like platform 9 1/2 down there. Bygones. Or it was all bygones once we tucked into a couple of pitchers of sangria, some chips and guacamole, and some seriously delicious Mexican food. I am the spice wuss, so I had chicken tenderloins sauteed in garlic butter with tomatillos and cilantro. And it was wonderful. The chicken stuffed with cheese and cactus? Also yum. And I could go on, but really, let's talk about the pastel de tres leches, okay? Because that's some fucking good cake, people. I'd eat it every day if I could. And why can't I, I ask you. Why?