Sunday, September 13, 2009

I HAVE AN ADDICTION...


I'm addicted to nachos. I love them. I can eat them everyday. Those crunchy tortilla chips, that juicy meat, 'good for your heart' beans, the intoxicating cheese, crispity lettuce, undefinable sour cream, exotic salsa, and 'muy caliente' jalapenos;
makes my mouth water. A montage of goodness on one plate, dancing with each other in perfect harmony. A work of art. Who ever created nachos needs to be given some type of "Lifetime Achievement" or "Humanity" award. For they have truly contributed something great to society.







My heart sank when I went to the "Elephant Bar" (a restaurant) and discovered that they had taken the nachos off of the sampler platter. I was crushed. As a result the dish I was forced to order tasted like quicksand. Before leaving I had a word with the manager about my tragic experience. He informed me that they sold a different (aka weird) kind of nacho separately. He must have seen the pain in my eye's, because he said the next time I came they would specially make the original kind for me. And if he wasn't there, to tell whomever that Mark said it was okay. My hero.

Well, off to make some nachos.