Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A food blog

So yesterday I went to this Argentine, Pervian, resturuant I like for lunch. The steak there is decent, cheap, and it's close to work. But yesterday I made the mistake of getting the chicken.

This brought up some interesting memories. I've heard that smell is the sense that your brain has the best memory of. Ever get a catch of a smell and it brings back a memory from years ago?

Well yesterday I ordered the chicken, which tasted like it was cooked in Coors. Well when I was a kid I used to go to my grandmas house for the weekends. She needed someone to clean up her dog poo so she would have me over then give me all the microwave burritos, chimichangas, soda, candy, and video/computer games I could handle. The days way before I ever had a computer.

Anyways back to the Coors. My grandma used to slam down like 15 cans of Coors a night. And yuck, the smell of it. You don't have to taste beer to know what it taste like, you just have to smell it. I proved that yesterday. I have never tasted beer, or any type of alcohol, yet I was sure I knew what it taste like. And yesterdays chicken was definetly cooked in Coors.

Needless to say, I won't be ordering the chicken again.