Where the wild things are
I went one Thursday night, which happened to be at the same time as their new happy so aptly named Thirsty Thursday. As I was enjoying my margarita and, what looked like mini burritos, I took a look around the bar and counted 3 people wearing sweat pants. I hadn't been in quite some time, at least a year and a half, and was under the impression that this was supposed to be a finer dining restaurant. Clearly my impression was wrong! I returned the next week on Saturday night to test my theory, thinking that it was merely the happy hour that had brought out so many ""relaxed"" people, but was met with the unfortunate realization that indeed sweat pants was a common occurence in this restaurant. Personally I believe dining out, especially at place whose reputation for the upscale entertainment experience such as Easton, should be, well, upscale meaning that establishments should set certain standards for their customers in order to maintain a higher class appearance. Frankly I would more likely expect to meet any of my fellow diners at some place like Applebees or TGI Fridays than at Easton, but Abuelo's seems to attract and cater to diners, whose idea of fine dining is scarfing down piles of food covered with mounds of sour cream and cheese. While the food is good for that occasional indulgence, considering the company I would be forced to endure I might think twice about letting myself indulge, elect to save a buck, and make my own tacos at home. Going to Abuelos is like going to a circus, turn out the lights and the freaks come out!