For the first time ever in Amsterdam, I had Mexican.
I’m quite aware of the fact that while Mexican food is incredibly easy to find and afford pretty much anywhere in the States, over here it’s a wonder finding one that was good and cheap at the same time. If it weren’t for the prodding of a work colleague, I wouldn’t have even imagined myself being in a non-descript, somewhat larger than a hole-in-the-wall close to our company headquarters. It was a newfound revelation tasting the usual burrito fixings with fresh off the grill bits of steak, complete with some delicious guacamole on the side. The only thing missing was the frozen margarita, which apparently ran out because their equipment broke down. And maybe a Mexican or two.
Oh, well, at least I now know where to go for a good burrito.