Posts Tagged ‘chips’

I’d driven by El Rodeo regularly on my way home from class and always look longingly, dreaming of cheese dip. Well, one Sunday, I finally realized the dream. I tend to have Mexican food cravings on Sundays. So keep that in mind, friends. I’m always in for Mexican food on Sundays!

El delicioso yummo!

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Felipe’s is hardly a new or unknown spot in Wichita. And I already talked about it in my west Wichita patio review, but a few Sundays ago I had a particularly moving experience at Felipe’s. It was a “morning after” and I was having a vicious craving for Mexican food and caffeine. And I ended up at Felipe’s.

At this rate, tomorrow will be a “morning after,” too…

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Welp, another unorganized Thursday, another chance to eat on the WSU campus. My first two (yes two) times around at WSU I organized my schedule so I had as little downtime as possible. I never chilled out on campus, and never ate anywhere. I did have Miller Lite (I think?) pounders once with my bro-in-law in the basement of the RSC, but other than that, my exposure was limited.

I remember a LONG time ago (AKA “my first time at WSU”) Blimpie came to campus and I always thought it sounded good, but, like I said I never went. And then when I started working near 29th and Rock I’d go to that Blimpie all the time. Then they closed. And my life got a little less happy. So when Lynds told me Blimpie was, in fact, still on campus, I was ecstatic. I had no idea any buildings other than the RSC had food beyond vending machines. Well, apparently I’ve never been in Hubbard Hall.


“What is Joey’s favorite food?” “SANDWICHES!”

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Poblano. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the cheese and tortillas and salsa. Oh the hot salsa. Will you marry me hot salsa? I’ll never want another as long as you are with me always. I freaking love, love, love Poblano.

Everything about this picture is right. Fresh tortilla, melty cheese, fresh veggies. All dipped in the most delicious salsa ever made. If only I knew how to make it….

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I like my Mexican food like I like my hookers, fast and cheap. Too far? OK, I’ve never done anything with a prosty. And I guess at least they’re earning a living. But, what I DO like and DO have a lot of experience with is Mexican food. I’d eat it every freaking day if 1. I didn’t swear it off every time I ate it because I over-eat and 2. I wouldn’t get as fat as Gilbert Grape’s mom. Too far again? I can’t ever tell. I mean, come on, the poor woman was fat enough they had to put reinforcements in the basement to hold her and burn the house down after she died. Sad? Yes. But do I want to be her? No. So I try to limit my Mexican intake. Both food and boys. OK. That was tacky.

I like my salsa like I like my boys: Hot and spicy. Aye! Aye! Aye!

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When I saw where La Posada was on the map and did a “street view,” I immediately remembered passing it when there was a lot of construction on Kellogg and I got off at Oliver. So I was excited to try it out. I sent my sister, Karla, a text and she said she’d seen it several times, too, and wanted to try it. Booyah! Bring on the Mexican food! Arriba!

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