I went on vacation with my brother and started craving Mexican food.
The 1st time I suggested Mexican, he said, “I’m not in the mood”.
2nd time, he said, “I”m just not hungry.”
3rd time I wanted Mexican cuisine, he barfed up yet another lame excuse but I’d heard enough. I said, to hell with you, we are getting Mexican. I dragged him to a wonderful restaurant in Bakersfield, California, where my brother gorged on a big combo plate — Burito, enchilada, relleno, chimichanga. He said the food was delicious and wolfed it down.
I asked him why he kept dragging his feet about having Mexican food if he loved it so much.
He said, “I didn’t know this was Mexican. I thought you meant Taco Bell.”
I said, “TACO BELL IS NOT MEXICAN FOOD!”
True. However, I would rather eat at Taco Bell than what passes for Mexican food in Connecticut. (At least 20 years ago.)
A chimichangia is not authentic Mexican cuisine.
It is delicious, but, not authentic.
A chimichanga is not authentic Mexican cuisine.
It is delicious, but, not authentic.