Mexican food. Extra jalapenos, please.

My biggest concern is that the Germans seem to have found a way to make jalapenos bland. Maybe for the locals these pickled peppers are scharf (spicy) enough. But a plate of nachos ordered tonight, heaped with sour cream and lovely green peppers, simply failed to present any spice whatsoever.

On the bright side. The other night we found a real Mexican joint, Viva Mexiko on Chauseestrasse, for T’s bday. A real nopalitos burrito, with green and red salsa that actually got the tongue tingling. I’d even forgotten how much I love the terrible brassy horns of Mexican music to accompany the burrito. That’s clearly some homesick speaking.