Mexican in Nashville

Now you see it:

Now you don't:

My friend and I went to the Nashville Farmers Market to go exploring and lunching. They had so many restaurants and vendors and I was QUITE pleased with the number of Black vendors and small businesses. 

It sometimes is difficult to find food for my vegetarian soul, but at the very end of the market was a Mexican restaurant and all of a sudden, I was feigning for some rice and beans--something fierce! I blinked when they were scooping my arroz (rice) y frijoles (beans) into my container, and I said to myself, "Is that cabbage?!?!! I LOVE cabbage!!" 

So I got some cabbage too.

I dusted off my Spanish when I ordered and didn't do too shabby. The food reminded me of my ventures in Mexico and I was whisked away into my fond Latin memories. 

I always get so frustrated when people who have never been to Mexico talk about how the "Mexican" restaurants in a American South city are "authentic." I just feel like if the Mexican food comes off a Sysco truck that's it's prolly not real Mexican.. It's so fascinating to me how they can be so territorial about which one they go to, since at least in my city now, there are quite possibly 10 Mexican dining experiences.

But this one tasted like my memories and nothing like those spots in my city. AND it was $6.50?!?!! AND they had cantaloupe water?!?!! 

Bliss :)

Peace.