To start with, i should state that Boojum this is most definitely not. So....Mex. It was a lonely Friday night in. My housemates were both out and hungry took strike. That day I had worked a twelve hour shift in work and understandably I was a little on the tired side and decided against cooking. Clearly I made a grave mistake in making that last decision. I was craving some mexican and after a little research discovered there was a place close to my house, the only mexican in Belfast that apparently delivers. Dispite being relatively close by, I opted to call for a delivery....twelve hour shift and all that jazz. Let the games begin.
So in my excitement I ordered a chicken burrito. I THINK it was chicken that arrived, but I cannot be entirely sure. On ordering i also asked for peppers. i think what actually arrived could only, but definitely, be described as sliced tomatoes....in an attempt to fool me maybe. Those sneaky mexicans. I also requested no salsa as I just wasn't feeling it...and yet as if by magic, my burrito arrived with...you guessed it....SALSA. Furthermore, i also requested guacamole. My favorite, a great mexican classic. Oh wait...what's that you tell me, mr unfriendly, possibly partially deaf worker on the other end of the telephone, you have no guacamole? Yes...a mexican restaurant that actually has no guacamole left. Well...I...f**king never. As if by way of compensation, mr unfriendly, possibly partially deaf worker on the other end of the telephone offered me extra cheese and sour cream instead. I agreed. I was hungry, impatient and getting a little fed up at having to repeat everything about three times to the perfectly english speaking, and therefore i assume perfectly english understanding worker on the other end of the phone. What arrived can only be described as luke warm (due to the hour and a half long wait for the delivery driver to drive no more than five minutes down the road, this meal was not hot hot,) orangey coloured gloop. By all means, I swear right hand on a block of Coleraine mature, this was not cheese. And as for my sour cream, extra portion or otherwise...if you find it roaming the streets send er my way as I sure as hell did not recieve any. Finally, the 'beans.' A strange array or kidney beans, runner beans, chick peas and even the green giant himself made a cameo upon my plate as I think good old fashioned garden peas were also featured in this dish. What....the....f**k?!?
Next up...my sides and drink. The chips were undercooked and hard and drenched in salt even though i was not asked if i would have liked salt. But then the worker on the other end of the telephone wouldn't ask if i wanted salt on my uncooked chips, would he? NO, HE WOULD NOT AS I DID NOT F**KING order them. I sure as hell paid for them though. And as for the poor tin of coke that i was charged EIGHTY PENCE for...gone the way of the extra sour cream and totally MIA i'm afraid. Please return to an angry, hungry man somewhere along the lisburn road with a black bin filled with 'food' from Mex, if found. All in all, i would say I would rather eat my own arse cheek than consider another delivery from Mex. If i could have given it zero stars, i would have done just that. That's all :) read more