it was a santa fe chicken wrap.
I wont lie, i was skeptical when she described it to me. There is no lettuce nor American cheese melted over it.
It smelled really good, so my spirits rose. How bad can food taste when is smells ooo good, i thought.
She plated 2 wraps for me. I sat down, cracked a "fart" beer(that is the miller light beer that is not all that good but serves the purpose).
I hacked off a piece and consumed it.
I first noticed the crunch of the wrap then the sweet soft crunch of the onion combined with the tangy taste of the sauce. The chicken was perfectly cooked, not to hard but soft and done.
It was a cornucopia of flavor explosions in my mouth. As i swallowed that first bite it was as tho the food was on a slow down escalator thru my throat. Step by step it worked its way down. Every inch was like a slow "slip and slide" of ecstasy in carnal pleasure. I could barely wait for the next bite. I consumed the 2 entire wraps and begged for more. Trin was going to give me more but i quickly fell into a food coma. I apologized to her in the morning, she forgave me as usual.