Being originally from California, just a few miles from the Mexican border, I’m quite fond of Mexican food. So when I was at the wonderful Jaromir Nohavica concert last month, my mouth watered when I saw this sign:
I was expecting one of my favorite culinary delicacies, a hard tortilla shell stuffed with seasoned meat, cheese, vegetables, and a bit of hot sauce on the top:
Instead, what I got for my 60 Czech Crowns was a sort of bland soupy concoction, with a few token vegetables sprinkled on top with not a tortilla to be seen:
This is a common thing here, but it’s gotten better in recent years. Not long ago, an order of “spaghetti” at a Czech restaurant meant you’d get some limp noodles with a bit of ketchup on top.