About a month ago, Rebecca (my co-blogger and skinny friend), exposed the sushi take-over in Jerusalem. Like a lot of people, she was happy to see Jerusalem swimming in seaweed. But me-I am still waiting for the Mexicans to cross the border.
Did you know that there are no Mexican restaurants in Jerusalem? Some may want to argue that the restaurant Poyo Loco in Talpiot is Mexican, but they would be wrong. First of all, I don’t think a Mexican restaurant menu should offer salsa, spaghetti and hummus. And it doesn’t matter now anyways because the restaurant closed down.
And don’t even go there with, “La Boca is Mexican,” because what you want to say is, “La Boca is a strange and expensive restaurant. They claim to serve Spanish food, yet all I could find in my tiny portion was an Israeli salad wrapped in a tortilla.” So don’t go there.
Here’s the deal. I am originally from Los Angeles, so baby food came in a taco. I need rice and beans, guacamole and nachos. And no matter how similar it looks, a falafel wrapped in a lafa does not equal burrito.
Doesn’t anyone else feel me on this? I think it is time we start focusing on the real problems in Israel. For too long this conflict has been about Arabs and Israelis, East versus West, unification and disengagement-but the real issue is Mexican food. If we can’t solve the problem of having at least one Mexican restaurant in all of Jerusalem, how can we ever try to manage the above mentioned matters?
Is this a plea? Yes. Am I begging? Of course. Do I dream about fried beans with melted cheese and slab of sour cream? I’m doing it right now.
I think we can make this happen-together! We need someone rich to invest; a cook who can make burritos and an opening night with all you can eat nachos. Imagine, instead of every corner being lathered in falafel grease, there might actually be a couple burrito stands leaving oil stains too. People will know the difference between a lafa and tortilla. And, then Rebecca can write another post about the city’s new obsession with burritos.
I think in some way this might help put us back on the road map. The road map to my belly!