Desperate times call for desperate measures. I can’t think of many Mexican places I can walk into on a Monday night around 10 and sit down for some la comida mexicana. (In fact I can’t think of any. If you know of one post in comments.) Since there were no Mexican shops open, I chose the next best thing, Town Pump. Are you questioning my fucking bro logic? You must be hatin on me.
What is classified as Mexican? As far as I’m concerned tortilla and corn chips. You can slop anything on top and it’s Mexican. Sure a few of you pricks are scoffing at this knowledge bomb butt fucking your brain, but I’m right. Put any meat in a tortilla and it’s a burrito. Nothing more Mexican than chips and (any) dip. Am I right?
Luckily for me Town Pump does food like a boss. I like my chips red and blue. Makes me feel patriotic. I like my queso in a bowl you can eat. Ya they do that too. Loryn’s Queso is pretty damn good. I don’t count calories so I’m not too concerned about the impact this edible arrangement has on my waist.
While I might be a liar, I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you about the chicken quesadilla. It was decent but not enough to gloat about. It hit the spot but I’m probably gonna stick to town chips and tamales. In closing I’ll gossip a little. They changed their “Ouch” wing sauce. This shit is a punisher. Smoky chipotle like. I would be scared to put 12 wings down bathed in this ish.
