I’m not sure if Alfonso Cuarón will get a chuckle or a heart attack over this, but this blogger is having a blast.
Photo: El Gerson Maldición
Month: December 2018
OK, France, Now You’re Just Being Ridiculous…
Move over, Taco Bell: French fast food chain Tacos King, is on its way to become this blogger’s worst make-believe-taco nightmare.
I came across this establishment in the heart of Downtown Lille, and while I didn’t have the heart to walk in and come face to face with the calamité, I was able to secure a photo of *these* things the French dare call “tacos.”
Mon Dieu!
Photo: Laura Martínez, Lille, France.
Greetings from Paris, Home of the Mayonnaise au Chipotle
Awwww Paris…
There is nothing like spending some quality time in the City of Lights, with its beautiful architecture, ubiquitous cafés, gorgeous boulevards… and authentic taquerías.
Behold Chiquitin, the newest addition to Rue Henry Monnier (this blog’s temporary headquarters). The 10×10 meter changarrito is the take-away petit branch of Luz Verde, just across the street, and it features all sorts of salsas, including old time favorites like roja, verde and pico de gallo, but other more inventive like mayonnaise au chipotle, césar and –wait for it– salsa matcha.
I haven’t eaten here –yet– as I’m currently busy getting reacquainted with dry pork goods (saucisson sec, rosette de Lyon, etc.) and liters of wine, but I’ll get to it at some point and will be sure to report back.
Oh, did I mention the 16-euro ceviche and the 9-euro tacos al pastor?
Mon dieu!
Photos: Laura Martínez, 22 Rue Henry Monnier, December 2018.
Proud American Sets up GoFundMe Campaign to Finance Trump’s Wall… Because Why the Hell Not?
I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
Trump supporter Brian Kolfage has set up a GoFundMe page to raise funds for Trump’s border wall because “President Trump’s main campaign promise was to BUILD THE WALL. And as he’s followed through on just about every promise so far, this wall project needs to be completed still.”
At press time, Mr. Kolfage’s campaign had raised nearly $5 million (YES 5 millones de dolaritos) from over 78,000 (presumably very dumb) people.
Oh, America… What has happened to you?!
This Prosecco Promises Pleasure [i.e. Sex] to Hispanic Drinkers
OK, so I’m sitting at this bar in Amsterdam, when I decided to order a Prosecco to go with my breakfast. [See? according to my very own drinking rules, Prosecco is the only alcohol I allow myself to drink before noon without feeling -and looking- like a hopeless drunk.]
Little did I know Europeans promised me not only a good dry bubbly, but an entire sensual -and sexual- experience: I got a bottle of Follador: ‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘That’s just awesome! To hell with my flight!’
Alas, it was all a big tease. I finished the damn thing and there were just bubbles, pero de follar, no hubo nada de nada.
So be careful, my friends. This prosecco is puras promesas.
The Virgin of Guadalupe Showed up in my Dry Martini
I was not going to be the only one not finding the Virgen of Guadalupe somewhere. This beauty showed up in -where else?- my dry Martini at a swanky New York City Terrace.
I was so attached to it, that I took it for a stroll. It was great. [And the beverage was delish]
Happy Día de la Guadalupana
¡Milagro!
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