I hate Mexican Food

I would like to report the title again for everyone, I hate mexican food. Again, I hate mexican. Oh well.. once more.. I HATE mexican food.

Everytime I eat I go through the same belly hurting pains. And I tell myself I will never ever eat Mexican food again. But I do. It is a life lesson I refuse to truly learn. I think, no this will be good, it sounds good, it must be good. It is never good.

Now.. I love Qdobas. And here in Cali I have fallen for Rubios. But they are like fresh fast Mexicanesque food. Not the true Mexican style that makes you feel like you are about to shit your pants but nothing comes out no matter how hard you push. And your stomach will hurt for the rest of the night. And you gringe and cry and fart and burp and just stink up the whole fucking place. Then after several attempts of just forcing out of your body rectal, it happens. Your ass explodes. It is a nuclear melt down in your toilet. The Mexican Chernobyl. But your survive. The pain retreats. The complaints of Mexican disgust simmer and fade with each day. Then someone says Margaritas and your forget what your ass had gone through. You accept the sound of tequilla, chips and salsa and some burritos with special red sauce. Shampoo, Rinse and repeat.

I hate Mexican food.

Except tortilla chips.. honestly who could hate them.


I also dislike Italian food but at least my anus doesn't mind those tastes. My dislike grows more with Italian everytie I say I don't like Italian food. Why? Because someone always says, you haven't had real italian food. Bull fucking shit! I have had enough Italian food made by Mama Mia to Chef Boyardee to come to realize I don't like Italian food. Mainly it is because I'm not a huge fan of pasta. It's cool. I gave it up a long time ago. I'm like the vegetarian of pasta. But unlike vegetarians, I don't mind dabbing in some every once in awhile. I just personally feel, like white bread, it is one of the worst food for you. Now whole wheat pasta, that's fine. I wouldn't mind Italian food if everything was made with whole wheat pasta. Then again I wish everything was made whole wheat (I know my friends love my philospohy on that! Gotta try my whole wheat pancakes... YUMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMM MMMMMMM Y)

I hate mexican food.

Best part of the night. "Eric," whose real name was Jesse when we went to place our order and asked corn or flour, decided to add in there" Our flour is made with LARD" Who the fuck will then turn around and say, oh yeah give me the flour tortillas! Hell yeah I want some LARD bread. Crackhead. I mean he was but it wasn't just that moment in our Mexican dinner evening. He just wasn't good at his job. Wasn't a bad person, kind of funny actually. Just waitering is not his calling.... especially at the apparently Mexican LARD Cafe.