Foods of the World Unite!

Strangely enough, I've found that Utah has some of the best eateries in the country. Maybe it's the below-poverty-level minumum wage, or maybe it's the Mormons with all of the mouths to feed. Either way, it makes for an excellent trip.

I'm heading off to Utah today for my cousin's wedding, and I am getting super excited about the foods I will partake of. Here's a little sampling of the places I enjoy most in the City of the Salty Lake:

1. Curry in a Hurry: Possibly the best fast-Indian food I've ever eaten. The people are so incredibly nice, and it's usually 2 meals worth. Not to mention the declious Naan...there are 2 locations, both on main street I believe, one downtown and one on 2100 south
2. Cafe Rio/Costa Vida: Utah staple. It's quite arguable as to which is better, but I think they both have their perks. Cafe Rio has a superior salad, but Costa Azul has the mango salsa. Combine the two and they'd be unstopable. 
3. Noodles and Co.: Nowhere but Utah can you find an inbetweeny fast food/sit down restaurant, let alone dozens. Here they have all sorts of noodley dishes from Italian to Thai, and every country inbetween. 
   

Look forward to more entries with specifics about the dining delights.

Mexicali

Upon entering Mexicali I saw a busboy dumping a huge basket of tortilla chips into a warmer, and I though, oh here we go again another Mexican place that fakes how good they are. Lucky for them I was pleasantly surprised.

Although my waiter seemed to be one of the stupidest in his profession, which in my opinion is saying something, the food was really quite delicious. The menu was expansive with pages upon pages of options- something for everyone or just way to much to choose from. I decided to stick with the lunch menu so my fellow diners didn't get upset over the length of time it would take to narrow down and figure out what I wanted. Even the lunch menu has something for everyone... from a soup and salad pansy option to the gluttonous 1/3 lb "Mexi burger". I decided to go with something called the _insert Spanish adjective here_ cobb burrito.

I was slightly annoyed that they didn't keep the homemade chips flowing ( yes they were homemade) but it could have been that I insulted the waiter and his ability to remember drink orders. (Is it that hard to remember that the one person without the drink must have been the one that ordered the water?), but we really didn't reach the end of the basket till the food came. Come to find out _Spanish adjective_ Cobb Burrito meant, bleu cheese, squirts of guacamole, tender chicken chunks and something I've decided to call MexiRanch. I once again started to judge the place as one of those fake restaurants that healthy up everything, but after looking around the table I realized that maybe my reading of menu items descriptions should venture deeper than looking for chicken and guacamole in the list. Everyone else around the table had very traditional, and by traditional I mean fat American traditional, Mexican food.

In the end, my breath reeked, my stomach was full and my taste buds were happy... I really couldn't ask for more. If I did stars it would get a 3 out of 5.

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