Last night I went on a date with my husband. That’s two months in a row, possibly a new PC (post-child) record.
I woke up feeling like Mexican food, because, honestly, Mexican food combines all my loves – cheese, fried, meat, cheese, chips. Throw some salsa on it and a side of refried beans with cheese (of course) and you have a spicy meal. It’s all good and it’s generally cheap. Besides, I love bright colors and Mexican restaurants are usually full-on tacky.
We just don’t have any Mexican restaurants near where we live. It’s kinda spooky. If we had known enchiladas would be so hard to come by, we may never have moved here in the first place. Even our Taco Bell is a case of food poisoning waiting to happen. Note: I happen to like Taco Bell and they are usually fairly clean; however, this one is an exception. When an eleven year-old boy, my son, even thinks a place is too dirty to eat, it’s bad. Health Department where are you?
For this cause, FringeMan took to searching the internet. He came up with a Mexican name, claiming to serve food, about 30 minutes from our house. We’re adventurous, so we set out, our tummies rumbling for spicy.
As we pulled into the parking-lot, my spidey senses kicked into high gear. At first glance, things didn’t appear quite right, but the lot was full, so we proceeded. I entered, took one look around, and would have bailed, but FringeMan thought it seemed worthy of a try and we had very few alternatives. McDonald’s was around the corner. Enough said.
We stayed, we ate, we survived to tell the tale. Besides, they had a beautiful mosaic on the wall below the counter. If I ever live in the southwest, I am so gonna pimp my place with mexicali mosaics. Rest assured we would have the tackiest house on the block.
Why is it some dives have the best food?
I had chili cheese enchiladas that came with rice and refried beans. They were more than I could eat, but I gave it my best shot. They were very cheesy, very good. I’m not sure I’ll ever go back, because let’s face it, I’d be pushing the odds of getting food poisoning; however, I have no regrets. Sometimes you have to risk your abdominal well-being and eat on the fringe.
What about you?
Where do you enjoy eating out?
Would you test fate and risk eating at a dive?