July 26, 2015
When I was very young, maybe 10 or so, my parents took me to Ernie's, our favorite Mexican restaurant. This was in South Gate, California around 1955 or so. Not being an adventurous child, I was eating my usual cheese enchilada when I tasted something very nasty. It was so bad, I never forgot the taste of that one bite of food. What was that?!
Fast forward to the 1970's. I moved out of California for a couple of years and didn't have any restaurant Mexican food for a while. When I came back, I couldn't wait for some great Mexican food and headed for the first place I came to.
I don't have to tell you what happened. My world was turned upside down.
Now I am reduced to being the pain-in-the-ass table companion who says, "Is there cilantro in this dish?" every time I order. Everyone hates me.