One of the easiest decisions to make is going to lunch with a group of friends, and one of the hardest decisions to make is choosing where to go to. This was the predicament I found myself in Sunday morning as my friends and I were going back in fourth in our group message trying to put the burden of choice on someone else.
After much discussion, and Kevin being ganged up on by B-sizzle and myself. (We do not normally call her that but she did not want to be subjected to the fame of being mentioned in my blog and requested that her name be changed to B-sizzle, yes I am now going to start calling her that all the time) We; well, he settled on the first restaurant that was originally brought up. Yes all that, just to pick the first choice…..

 Kevin choose an El Salvadorian restaurant called Centro American. The menu was mostly Spanish, there was soccer on the TV, and the chips were made fresh. I knew this was going to be a good meal.

As I was looking over the menu, scavenging for the English translations I decided that it was the weekend and I was putting too much effort into food for a Sunday. Therefore, I resorted to my usual ordering tactics when the menus are not in my native tongue.I simply said the words same in reference to getting the exact thing Kevin; my Spanish speaking Hispanic food guru ordered. Although I had no idea what I was ordering, and knew that I was at risk to eat a stew of pig and calf toes, I was excited to see what food adventure I was embarking on.

The first thing to come out was a Horhachta. What is that you may ask? Don’t worry, I did too. This was what I ordered to drink and it came out in a giant fish bowl glass which made me question if I was of age to consume this beverage. I took a sip, and in the wise words of both Haiden and Hailee, “it tasted like Honey-Nut Cheerio milk.(trademark general mills)” Now I am not a huge fan of milk, I actually despise it, but this drink was not completely terrible. 2 out 5 stars

Soon after my food came out. I ordered two pupusas and a chicken tamale. I knew what a tamale was so I thought I knew what I was getting into. And for the most part I did. However, I was shocked by the potato chunks, that may have just been some part of a chicken that tastes like a potato, but nevertheless they were mixed into my tamale. 4 out of 5 stars

Now a pupusas was new territory for me, I was Christopher Columbus and it was the Caribbean. The only thing that I can compare it to is a quesadilla, but that does not do it justice. A pupusas is a meat and cheese emulsion that is then infused in the bread coating. 5 out of 5 stars.

I ate my adventure of a Lunch, drank most of my Honey-Nut Cheerio milk (trademark general mills), and shared conversation with my friends. All in all, having a great Sunday meal. But the food was not what made the meal great. Don’t get me wrong it was good food and the surprise factor made things better. But the people is what made my meal so awesome. We could’ve been eating ramen noodles on a bus, and I still would have had a great time with my community of friends sharing stories and stresses in our lives.

So I challenge you to either aim for friends that make any food great, or call up those friends and share a meal, but more importantly share yourself. As always; make good choices, share if you like what I said, comment if you have something to add, and I’ll see you on Thursday.