Mexican food

You can usually tell how good the food at a Mexican place is by how much of the menu is painted on the walls. I can’t think of any other style of business where your options are painted on the wall, but it works.

I think I may be eating too much Mexican food. I found a place that I like that is just a block away from work, but I am in there two or four times a week now. I tip fairly well, so I get great service, but I don’t even order anymore. I sit down with my reading material, and they tell me, “The special is a beef burrito and a cheese enchilada” and I say, “OK.” Special and ice water, everyday. Society has led me to believe that this is a rut and therefore bad, but I say nay-nay.

I also get the “what kind of person eats Mexican food everyday?” Well, for starters, I have it on good authority that Mexicans do. And me. And probably Scott if he thought his wife would let him get away with it. The three finest words in the English language are, “Careful, hot plate.”


  1. It’s not so much her, as my desire for BBQ and double cheeseburgers with bacon. I would say, oh…3-4 days a week, 3-4 days a week for BBQ, and a DCBwB thrown in for variety.

  2. Phelps says:

    Geez, you’ve got three meals (at least) a day. Why can’t lunch always be Mexican?

  3. Michael says:

    Hey, if I boil an egg, is it Mexican because I made it?

  4. Phelps says:

    No, because you are American.

    Hey, wait — if you blow up an egg, does that make it a Muslim? No, that doesn’t work. If an egg blows itself up, it is Muslim. If someone else blows it up it is a Joooo. No, wait, I’m a redneck. Maybe we can just call it an abortion and get everyone else pissed off too.



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