Omnomnomnomnomnomnom, I eat nachos anywhere.
It’s like a mantra I think when I get to go eat nachos. One time I went six months and didn’t eat nachos (impossible) or drink margaritas (meh) because we were going to the beach. I learned ‘getting beach ready’ = not worth it. We got off the plane and I ate nachos and had a margarita. It was like shoving heaven in my face. Then I put on a bathing suit and was sad.
My friend sent me a text last night saying “tomorrow for the LSU game is veggie soup, sparking rose and handsies. Who’s in?” I wonder if they were trying to appeal to the vegetarian side of me or they make really poor menu choices. Veggie soup didn’t really make me want to get out of bed today.
But nachos did.
I once ate at this terrible restaurant that I won’t name (Frankie’s) and ordered nachos which were, aforementioned, terrible. As I was eating them, I kept saying “oh these are so gross.” “Ew, so terrible, omnomnom.” Next thing I knew, I looked down and all my nachos were gone. “Who ate all these terrible nachos?!”
Well, it was me. “Should we get some more?”
So we were headed over to our friends house to watch college football all day and drink all the drinks.
But along the way, we stopped at The Original because my desire for nachos was clouding my better judgement (just kidding, I have none) and we decided to have margaritas. These are no normal margaritas, these are Mas Finas. That’s spanish for “hold on to your butts because you’re about to be shitfaced.” I used to hang out at this bar by my house a lot and there was this mexican midget and he would try and teach me spanish every time I came in (no lie) so above translation is legit (lie).
It’s like when my boyfriends aunt and uncle try to teach us bridge after cocktails and dinner when we go over there. It’s pointless. If I’ve even smelled alcohol, don’t bother. You aren’t even a blimp on the radar anymore.
But my point behind writing this was, as I ordered my food I glanced down at the menu to see they offer broccoli enchiladas. Hahaha, weird. It just seemed so misplaced to me (first who even likes broccolis and second who wants BROCCOLIS IN THEIR ENCHILADAS?) that I had to take a pic. So after two ‘hold your butts shitfaceds’ and 18 nachos (for me, I don’t share) we headed to our friends house.
Apparently they had eaten at the Original the night before and he casually mentioned we should try the broccoli enchiladas. It was as if time stood still. “No thank you. I don’t believe I will try those and you sir are gross.”
So as I rethought my friendship with the broccoli enchilada eater I realized that he has such good taste in other aspects of his life that maybe he is onto something with all this broccoli enchilada eating. Doesn’t matter, I’ll have to take his word on this. Unless they start making broccoli nachos (weird, but I’ll eat it).
Omnomnomnomnomnomnom, I eat broccoli nachos anywhere.