La Bamba

Today my boyfriend and I went to this restaurant on the corner of Halsted and (insert some Chicago side street name here) called La Bamba. Yes, that was the name. Their motto is "Burritos as big as your head!"

First of all, the only person I know who would even attempt to eat a burrito the size of someone's head is Samson Felshman - one of my good friends and THE human vacuum. I have seen Samson eat a Super King Burrito from TBK in about 5 minutes...pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

Anyhow, I never understood the concept of people measuring food with the size of someone's head. Do they mean THE HEIGHT???......OR THE WIDTH???

Perhaps La Bamba should've been more specific.

Despite the employees thinking that I was a tourist/hipster A-hole, the food arrived fast and there were no Spanish insults made in front of my face; I do not speak Spanish but I understand most of it. When I was 4 or 5, both of my parents were working full-time jobs and I stayed with my Aunt who I still refer to as 'Mami Martha' after nearly 23 years of age. Mami taught me how to speak Spanish fluently before I was even enrolled in public school. So I walked around grocery stores pointing at foods saying their names in Spanish. I stopped this after a man came up to me and asked why I was not speaking Chinese.

...well...because I'm not Chinese. I'm Korean and my parents are white...and my Mexican aunt takes care of me when I'm not at home. But four to five-year-olds aren't very good at verbalizing their rage for racists so I just shrugged and walked to the cereal aisle.

BACK TO THE STORY...............

I was extremely jealous of Ian's quesadilla. It was huge and he paid $12 for it.

However, I received 3 tacos and rice and beans for under $9.

Technically...I was given six tacos; The man behind the counter melts cheese onto one tortilla and slaps the other one on top with the meat and whatever you please. Thus, the six tacos.

I do not like spicy food. I do not like flavor that prompts a "food orgasm" in my mouth. I do not care for onions or the smell of them.

I like garlic.

I like salt.

I like bland.

I like it when ONE piece of food brings the ENTIRE entree together.

This food was somewhat bland because I asked for: no onions, no hot sauce, no tomatoes. So it won my heart, sort of.

The Thing About Tomatoes

I've actually never BIT into a tomato...the idea of red stuff running down my chin doesn't excite me.

But I REALLY like tomato sauce, I also REALLY like tomato juice with ice...and I put ketchup on pretty much everything ketchup is appropriate for.

However, when I see a tomato/a piece of tomato on a burger/hot dog/steak or chicken taco/salad, I will immediately remove it.

I don't know why.

I just hate them.

The cook didn't screw up the tacos at all, which is odd because most places always forget to take one of the two to three ingredients off. There were no tomatoes or onions in sight.

More brownie points for him.

Even though the place seemed a bit desolate, the food at La Bamba is inexpensive (there's a difference between cheap and inexpensive), not TOO greasy but greasy enough to satisfy and they don't screw it up.

The only thing is...whoever really owns this place should have the employees work on their smiles or..not let them work when they have a cold. THAT makes me nervous but I don't have food poisoning..yet.

This was my first blog. It's more for my enjoyment and the people I work with on my school newspaper.

I am just as sarcastic as I seem on paper/screen.

I hate twitter and I had one before you did, probably.

If you're lucky, I might post some of my poetry but I usually only submit it to my school's literary magazine for publishing.

I will at some point write about the way people perceive me and how I perceive myself and what makes me the way that I am since people like to talk a lot about who they think I am.

The truth is this:

I am cynical, lonely, caring, sad, impossible, DIFFICULT, mean, honest, child-like and more often than not [lately] - quiet.