I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD.

We went out for dinner last night with some friends, and since the place we had orginally planned on going to was closed (at least, we got voicemail every time we rang to make a booking), we decided on Mexican instead. So even though I’d been looking forward to having risotto at the original place, having enchiladas at the Mexican place was a welcome substitute.

I love the restaurant we went to. M and I go there fairly often, because they have great food, and the prices are quite reasonable too. I love the smell of it as well, you walk in and straight away you can smell food cooking. I don’t know exactly what the smell is, but I think it’s a combination of tortillas and cheese and other stuff. They seem to have a limited collection of CDs, because they’re usually playing the same music every time we go there, but that’s ok because I have a favourite song, and listen out for it every time I go. They didn’t play it a couple of times ago, but they did last night. It’s just a peppy-sounding song, even though I have no idea what they’re actually singing about. But I assume it’s something good, because you wouldn’t write a happy melody to go with depressing words, would you?

We started off with a combination dips, which had frijoles, guacamole, salsa, and a divine cheese dip that I could happily drink out of the container without the need for corn chips. Mmmm.

Then came the enchiladas. I had two chicken enchiladas, frijoles and rice. Last time I only had one enchilada, but since the serve was quite small, I thought I could easily forgo some rice to have the yumminess of an extra enchilada, in not that much bigger a serve. I was wrong. I got two jumbo enchiladas, and a huge serve of the rice and frijoles - definitely not in proportion to the one-enchilada serve. But that’s ok, because I LOVE enchiladas, and particularly the sauce they use. The sauce is something else that I could just drink out of the container, except it would probably make me sick after a while.

I don’t know how authentic the sauce actually is, but I don’t care. That is what Mexican food has to taste like, and against which all Mexican food is compared. So if I ever get to Mexico, they’d better use that same sauce, else I’ll be mighty disappointed!