Mexican Lexicon

This post might be devoid of any intellectual content, but beware that it might force you to salivate, growl, get hungry, or get disgruntled at te state of affairs in general. A useless account of the events leading to the food follows. The reading-speed challenged, or those who are short on time, should scroll.

The other day, I along with a group of friends went to see a movie. We went out of the way to some multiplex on the other side of town, since they were giving free tickets. Free as in beer. Yeah. One free on the purchase of one. Buy one get two. Ek pe ek free. Now since that was tempting, we went. Reached there in the nick of time, only to be kept waiting due to 'technical' reasons. Now being budding engineers, all of us, concurred that there might be 'valid' technical reasons for holding up the show. As time progressed, the consensus disintegrated, only to be replaced with the choicest profanities, all well discussed and concurred upon. Soon enough, all profanities were found useless against 'technical reasons' as the show got cancelled.

Shit happens.

Anyway, after taking our money back (ahhh) we discussed what to do next. Since having dinner at the hostel mess was out of the question, I suggested a restauant nearby which I had earlier been to, and found to be quite brilliant. I was however booed dows, and everyone cited 'technical reasons'. Only a couple of 'good' friends stuck with me, and after showing everyone the bird, we headed out across uncharted territories in the suburbs of Bombay. After a gruelling, winding and overpriced, and obviously 'technically incorrect' auto ride, we had arrived at this place.

Now the mexican food here was supposed to be awesome. So what if it were only vegetarian, and so what if it was devoid of fajitas and eggs and chicken and tex-mex. And the lebanese. The chicks there sure are hot as hell, but no chickens were to be found on the menu. That was the only downside. So after some deliberations over the 'technicalities' of world cuisine and pics of the suspicious two flags on every table decor, we went ahead with the order.

A bean burrito arrived some 10 minutes later. Now this won't be fine-dining for someone from the US of A, but for us, it was heavenly. Succulent beans, wrapped up with cheese and salads in a perfectly rolled tortilla. Soft to the touch, and crispy to the mouth, myriad sauces inside cooking up a divine concoction. Devoured within seconds, this set the table rolling and our tummies growling.

A lebanese falafel sandwich followed the burrito. Hummus and qhaboos and various other things with names good enough for middle-eastern war machines were delightful. Cracked wheat had its day of glory within that unassuming roll wrapped up with choicest lebanese bread. Reminded me of what it would feel to be in Lebanon, 'technicalities' of the language notwithstanding.

Enchiladas de tortilas with sweet corn. Torillas filled with infinite amounts of cheese and sauces, stuffed with sweet american corn, tossed about in tomato gravy and topped with a layer of cheese an inch thick. Something that justified why gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. Fortifying the belief that hedonism is something that takes one away from God. For the duration of consuming the aforementioned, we revered the sense of taste, prayed to the dishes to impart infinite depth to themselves, bowed to the cheese for being the all-giver...

Like all good things, this also came to an end.
But Nirvana, as it were, had been attained. Three times over.