If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
So, there I am, waiting for my delicious plate of pulled pork pupusas at the brand spankin' new pupuseria around the corner from my office. It smells like heaven in there. The staff is lovely, the prices are good. My food arrives quickly. I grab the boxes, head back to the office and anxiously unwrap the plastic bag. I open the styrofoam box! HEAVEN! It smells sooo .....wait....what's that? What the hell? OH DEAR GOD NO! F*&$ING CILANTRO! IT'S COVERED IN CILANTRO! THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' PLATE IS COVERED IN CILANTRO. I COULD KILL SOMEONE.
So, there I sit for 20 minutes, picking cilantro off of every square inch of my food.