Neato Torpedo wrote:In the language of college students, 'Mexican' translates to 'affordable/effortless/plentiful' or 'anything but ramen, dammit'. Depending on the dialect.
ok, I must agree with you there. In my college days, there was a Taco Bell on the walk back from the main strip of bars. Bars closed at 2; TB closed at 3. It was PACKED for that hour. Police on duty every night. Poor college students coming back from a night of drinking with two bucks in their wallet could get three tacos and have leftover change. I did that most every thursday, friday and saturday nights.
There was also a Hot 'n Now, but that was far enough away as to require driving.
I do not miss Ramen Noodles. 'There was one particularly broke semester where Ramen noodles and - I'm not kidding - ketchup on toast kept me from starving.
Taco Bell, spew. I've only had Taco Bell two or three times in my life and each time, I felt like I dodged a bullet from contracting food poisoning. Thankfully in California, we have good authentic Mexican food and the cuisine is more diverse than one thinks.
As far as ramen goes, well, I love authentic ramen soup. Better yet, homemade. In my college days, I'd either go home for Mom's ramen, make my own with a mixture of leftover/fresh ingredients, or if I'm at my laziest, I'd go to a ramen restaurant. Fortunately, the latter are plentiful in the L.A. area, if you know where to look.