Mexican food is always the same thing in a different shape.
Like, everything is a taco:
- Quesadillas are flat tacos.
- Burritos are rolled-up tacos.
- Chimichangas are deep-fried rolled-up tacos.
- Taquitos are tiny rolled-up tacos.
- Tostadas are tacos that have been opened.
- Empanadas are tacos that have been closed.
- Gorditas are big taco buns.
I think you get the point.
But, however you put it together, it’s going to be good.
And maybe there’s a Mexican restaurant across the street that makes all your favorite forms of taco. It’s a small place with only half an address.
And maybe the friendly guy working the register has mutton chops. You know his real name, but you prefer the nickname “Chops.”
Maybe you got into a fight with an insulting drunk because he refused to believe Cinco de Mayo was a fabricated American holiday, loosely-based on a historic battle. “It’s definitely their Independence Day,” he says. And when you tell him that’s actually celebrated on September 16th, he suddenly loses interest in the conversation.
Maybe one time you ordered chocolate milk instead of horchata, and Chops pretended not to notice.
Maybe all the guys in line started talking about fancy mustaches because of a conversation you started.
Maybe one time everyone in that little Mexican restaurant was having such a good night, they all got a high five.
Even though it’s tiny, it’s full of big memories.
But this isn’t a Yelp review, so all that’s beside the point.
Basically, what I’m trying to say is Mexican food is delicious.