And so the quest for Mexican food begins…

I.. Need.. Mexican.. Food.. Soon..

Honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I can last without my chicken nachos from back home. It’s only been two weeks and I’m already dying from deprivation of the deliciousness. Not to mention chips and salsa. OMG. I’d kill for that right now. So, this undying hunger is what began my quest today and which I’m sure will continue either until I eat my weight in chips or fly my booty back home to the States for some good ole’ El Maguey’s.

It began a couple of days ago when I happened to mention to Auburn my love of Mexican food. She then proceeded to send me a link to a critique of a supposedly amazing Mexican place here in Lyon, actually in the district that we were in today – Vieux Lyon. Naturally, I obsess and read everything there is to know about this place and even call and make a reservation. Phone conversation:

French guy: “Bonjour. Aweinvlsdkjofiewnvdviewniewrnv.”

Me: “Uh.. Parlez-vous anglais?” (usually I love to show off my French but on the phone it’s quite difficult to fluently communicate)

French guy: “Uuuuuh, non.”

*sigh*laugh*

Me: “Uh, je voudrais faire une reservation pour ce soir.”

French guy: “D’accord, quel est le nom?”

Me: “Megan.. *ahem* Meegaine.” (My name is difficult for some French to pronounce so I thought I’d help him out)

French guy: “D’accord, quand est-ce que vous voulez la reservation?”

Me: “A dix-neuf heures.”

French guy: “Quoi?”

(Repeat)

(Repeat)

*laugh*

*phone click*

..Ok, so I guess he got all the info he needed? Yeah.. nice little experience.

Anyway, I naturally spend the rest of the day daydreaming about this delicious Mexican food that I’m going to scarf down in a couple of hours and can’t wait to sit down to eat. Well, seven o’clock rolls around and Auburn, Austin, Hannah and I are searching through the streets of Vieux Lyon for this deliciousness. After stopping to ask about the restaurant about three times, we realize that the restaurant has been SHUT DOWN AND NO LONGER EXISTS. Like, are you kidding me?! I was a Miss Crankypants Megan for the rest of the night. No Mexican food for me. So, we all chose to go to this quaint little restaurant that’s like all the rest of the restaurants here and had the same French food that all of the restaurants have. Can you sense my irritation? Yeah, I love it here and I love the food but there comes a point when a girl just needs to stuff her face with chicken nachos!

Alas, the search failed today BUT I shall not give up. I WILL find those chicken nachos somewhere here in Lyon and I WILL stay there for two whole days and nights eating and eating and eating.