March 02, 2009


Rachel Lucas' encounter with British salsa reminded me of our adventure eating at a "Mexican" restaurant in Germany. And those scare quotes are definitely needed. My husband ordered something like enchiladas and it came covered in European salsa, which he tasted and then remarked, "Um, this is marinara." I'll be darned if it wasn't. Straight up marinara on top of enchiladas. Oy.

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1 Well, it's red. It's sauce. Right? I had to learn to make my own tortillas when we lived in New Hampshire. Some things are just that important.

Posted by: airforcewife at March 03, 2009 07:04 AM (Fb2PC)

2 Even though I lived within walking distance of a Taco Bell as a kid in Hawaii, I have no idea what you are talking about. It's funny ... I can spell food names, but I wouldn't recognize the actual items. Nonetheless, I can still relate to your point. When I first visited Japan in 1986, I ate at a quasi-American fast food restaurant at the beginning and at a pizza place toward the end. I have never eaten anything Western in Japan since (except for a steak at a high class restaurant - my first host family thought I'd like it, and I did). It costs too much and tastes worse. Besides, what's the point of eating American food in Japan? PS: I now see that you've perfectly replicated Rachel Lucas' style! I can't bear to draw deliberately shaky lines on a photo.

Posted by: Amritas at March 03, 2009 07:33 AM (+nV09)

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