If cilantro were a historical malevolent dictator, who would it be? Why?
My cilantro story, first experience, recent anecdote, rant, etc...
So I'm a Filipino-Vietnamese person. I'm mostly Filipino. So I discovered I was Vietnamese about three years ago I believe. I've never tried cilantro that time, and neither did I ever try phở. I went to a Vietnamese restaurant in Metro Manila with my cousins and ate at a Phở restaurant. Honestly, I don't think I even knew what cilantro was. So I ordered the beef phở, phở bò. Honestly, it was disgusting, because of the cilantro. My cousins saw that I didn't like the phở and laughed at me. They told me that they ordered their phở without cilantro. They started to make me eat the cilantro, and I almost threw up. Worst. Night. Ever.
More about me:
I'm Filipino-Vietnamese, but people usually think I'm Chinese or Malaysian. I hate cilantro. Cilantro should die. I'll grab cilantro from its stem thingy and set fire to the cilantro. MWHAHAHAHAHA.