Meat is Murder

Its always nice to know that in a time of need, The Smiths have always provided company with their song selection. This morning, "meat is murder" has been echoing in my mind. I don't expect you to know the song but it inspired this carnivore to change her ways 10 years ago. Yesterday, this vegetarian was diving into a burrito when I realized that the texture of the food in my mouth felt oddly out of place. It felt like rubber, it was chewy and and by the time I pushed it down my throat, it was too late. I looked down on my plate and saw a square piece of that chicken staring right at me. The convulsions started and while I did my best to control the overwhelming urge to regurgitate, a sliver of it managed to funnel up my throat. Thats a sure fire way to lose ones' appetite. My fellow vegetarian lunch mate looked at my plate, inspected the burrito and after careful prodding, assured me there were no other foreign substances. I was too hungry not to finish the meal so after a long sip of water to cleanse my palette, I picked up where I left off.

Its unfortunate that this happened at La Salsa--second only to Baja Fresh as my food of choice in downtown. Once scorned tho' I can't ever go back. The flesh you so fancifully fryed, was not succulent, tasty or kind. I went home that evening and the convulsions followed.