Boston’s take on Mexican food

While walking home from my bball game I noticed a small dubious mexican food establishment and figured I would give it a try. When I entered I was astonished at the authenticity of the enterprise. They had a salsa bar, they did not refer to a carne asada burrito as a steak burrito, and there were actual mexicans preparing the fare. Due to the precarious mexican food I have had in Boston since my arrival I decided to play it safe and ordered the cheese enchiladas. After ordering from the small stature mexican compadre who spoke an encouragingly small amount English I was feeling pretty good about my dinner decision. I walked over to the salsa bar and took inventory of the offerings. They had a green sauce, a red sauce, and some chunky pico, your standard affair. After little deliberation I opted to get red sauce and some chunky pico. Next thing I knew, I heard a man yell," yeez enhilladas" and I was on my way home. When I opened the styrofoam container I was delighted to see a familiar meal in front of me. This was the end of my happiness for the night. After the first bite I noticed that the cheese in the enchilada was melted string cheese. I knew this because I tried to do the same thing on some pasta about a month back. I am not sure if you know, but when you melt string cheese you have to chew it for no less than 45 seconds before you can swallow, otherwise you choke. After this disappointment I knew hot sauce was the only thing that could save this once promising feast. I poured red sauce on my rice, beans, and on top of my enchiladas. I took my first bite and realized it was not hot sauce, it was Boston's favorite condiment, buffalo sauce. I took two more bites, looked down and realized that here I am with 2 corn tortillas with melted string cheese inside and smothered in buffalo sauce. I threw the foul combination of food in the garbage and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I am through trying to find good mexican food in Boston.