What part of NO do you not understand!
I love burritos.
No, not the fake burritos that Taco Bell sells. Those are a thin, tasteless, soupy waste of beans, meat and tortillas. I'm talking about authentic Mexican burritos. The kind that are as thick as your leg and packed so full of cilantro, fresh meat, cheese, sour cream and rice you could eat one and be satisfied for the day. I usually call them concentrated food logs... because that exactly what they are. And because I live in California, we get authentic recipes that were smuggled across the border along with the undocumented workers.
mmmmmm... I'm drooling now just thinking about those devine creations...
I consider myself lucky. I work on the second floor of my office building right above a wonderful example of fine Mexican cooking. The office building is old and the air vents are interconnected, including the exhaust fan for the stove in the Mexican restaurant that sits directly below my office in the building. On some days the smell of cooking flesh and searing tortillas drive me batty and fill my thoughts with burritos. MMMM... burritos!! I think you can guess where I get my lunch most days, when I can afford it.
However, I do have one problem with the restaurant, the hired help. Even though I like Mexican foods, I don't like, and can't handle, salsa. It's not that it's too hot. No. It's because the acids of the sauce builds up too much acid within my stomach and I start regurgitating bile. It's not a pleasant experience when your stomach tries to eat your throat so I tend to avoid any salsa. So when I order a burrito (my favorite) I ask for no salsa.
Now if you were working at the restaurant and a customer ordered a burrito without salsa, what would you say? I think you would say "Ok, one burrito without salsa. That will be $6 please."
Not the hired help at this restaurant. When I ask for no salsa on my burrito this guy says, "Ok, one burrito without salsa. Would you like the salsa made with tomatillos?"
Ok... What part of NO SALSA did you not understand????? HUH???
This isn't a one time occurrance. It's every time I order a burrito. The same guy with the same question. And each time I want to reach over the counter and slap some sense into his puny brain. No salsa means NO FUCKING SALSA! OF ANY KIND!
No salsa made with fresh tomatillos. NO salsa made with cilantro. NO SALSA made with fresh pickings from the garden in the light of the full moon while dancing naked around a fire!!!! NO SALSA!!!
Sometimes I wonder why I bother going back. I suppose it the dim glimmer of hope that this guy will get a clue. But I think it because of the food.
MMMM.... burritos.
No, not the fake burritos that Taco Bell sells. Those are a thin, tasteless, soupy waste of beans, meat and tortillas. I'm talking about authentic Mexican burritos. The kind that are as thick as your leg and packed so full of cilantro, fresh meat, cheese, sour cream and rice you could eat one and be satisfied for the day. I usually call them concentrated food logs... because that exactly what they are. And because I live in California, we get authentic recipes that were smuggled across the border along with the undocumented workers.
mmmmmm... I'm drooling now just thinking about those devine creations...
I consider myself lucky. I work on the second floor of my office building right above a wonderful example of fine Mexican cooking. The office building is old and the air vents are interconnected, including the exhaust fan for the stove in the Mexican restaurant that sits directly below my office in the building. On some days the smell of cooking flesh and searing tortillas drive me batty and fill my thoughts with burritos. MMMM... burritos!! I think you can guess where I get my lunch most days, when I can afford it.
However, I do have one problem with the restaurant, the hired help. Even though I like Mexican foods, I don't like, and can't handle, salsa. It's not that it's too hot. No. It's because the acids of the sauce builds up too much acid within my stomach and I start regurgitating bile. It's not a pleasant experience when your stomach tries to eat your throat so I tend to avoid any salsa. So when I order a burrito (my favorite) I ask for no salsa.
Now if you were working at the restaurant and a customer ordered a burrito without salsa, what would you say? I think you would say "Ok, one burrito without salsa. That will be $6 please."
Not the hired help at this restaurant. When I ask for no salsa on my burrito this guy says, "Ok, one burrito without salsa. Would you like the salsa made with tomatillos?"
Ok... What part of NO SALSA did you not understand????? HUH???
This isn't a one time occurrance. It's every time I order a burrito. The same guy with the same question. And each time I want to reach over the counter and slap some sense into his puny brain. No salsa means NO FUCKING SALSA! OF ANY KIND!
No salsa made with fresh tomatillos. NO salsa made with cilantro. NO SALSA made with fresh pickings from the garden in the light of the full moon while dancing naked around a fire!!!! NO SALSA!!!
Sometimes I wonder why I bother going back. I suppose it the dim glimmer of hope that this guy will get a clue. But I think it because of the food.
MMMM.... burritos.
posted by The Generic Dragon at 2:49 PM
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