Horchata and Sharkskin Suits

El Indio. You've only ate better Mexican food a handful of times. You wonder how you are going to survive without tacos for a whole year. You cringe. Then the food arrives, bliss shortly follows. The side patio is relaxing. The white stucco and Spanish tile remind you of the missions. You’ve always found the style easy on the eyes. The faint ocean breeze feels refreshing. You wonder how long it will be before you drink another decent glass of horchata.

You would think having broad shoulders would be a good thing. It isn't. Sure the ladies find it appealing and protective, but shopping for suits is a pain in the ass. When you have the shoulders of a NFL linebacker and the waist of a pre-pubescent boy no matter what size, style, or cut you try on, it isn't going to fit. You try on the "best fitting suit" in the store. No luck. No matter how long the tailor slaves away at the seams there is nothing he can do to make it a proper fit. Only after 2 hours and 200 suits do you finally resign and throw in the towel. You sigh and settle to go with two 38 R's. Maybe when you go shopping for dress shirts it will be different. Maybe not.