What the hell am I doing in this country? After a boring day at work, where I was the only one to sell a 'bundle' (latest promo) half-heartedly at the end of the day, I decided to get a 'burrito' takeaway.  Because my landlord (I live in a bed-sit/roomates type situation) is having colleagues/friends for dinner this evening, and I dont want to be in the kitchen. I really wanted to go out, but of course this is one evening everyone is busy, and I thought, great, I can hang out in my room, add some stuff to my myspace page, watch a film, relax. I look in the phone book - 2 listings under 'mexican', one I have been to and it was rubbish.  So I go to the second place to pick up my 2 vegie burritos for £8.95 (yes, thats about $15).  There are 2 containers.  I open the top one, it is full of chips.  Not tortilla chips, noooo, english chips, about a double order of mcdonalds size fries. 

'Excuse me, I didn't order these...'

'Oh, it comes with chips'.

I hazard a request 'You wouldn't happen to have TORTILLA chips, would you?'

She looks at me, a bit confused. 'No, sorry'. 

I tasted a few of the chips on my way home. Yup, just like mcdonalds, tho less salt.  I came home, parked and put the chips under my car to discard later (I dont want my bedroom smelling of chips), go upstairs and try the burritos.  Two smallish flour tortillas, filled with what looks and tastes like a bland tomato based pasta sauce, with a few mange tout, carrots, tomato chunks, maybe a bit of onion.  A couple of jalapenos dot the top of the burritos, along with more tomato sauce, and a glowing green tasteless avacado based creamy paste.  (I skipped the cheese and sour'ed' cream.) I put some plain yoghurt on it, and ate it quickly. 

This tragic experience is spurring me to contact Elephant Pharm next week.  Why the hell wait till the Autumn?  The only real joy right now is dancing, and seeing friends.  And I have both in SF.