churros kerry at the mexican cafe on snyder there are little tables and chairs on the sidewalk. they are dainty and probably uncomfortable but the cafe is inviting. we climb the stairs. the light filters in between vines and houseplants hung in the window over the front door. there are plants everywhere. and the walls, red, are also painted with enormous flowers. their petals are thick and juicy like slices of fruit. we order cafes con leche and churros and the cafe is cramped and packed, only two servers running around and a woman in a striped apron behind an espresso bar, beneath twinkling lights. the churros take forever and we are both antsy. but they are fresh, turns out, and come with a little cup of melted chocolate, and some apple slices, and when you take a bite and hiss "ahhh! hot!" there's cinnamon sugar on your mustache, the churro is so hot it makes the chocolate even more viscous and i'm sorry i know you don't agree but i find it so endearing when you're spilling food on yourself and don't have enough napkins and are at a loss, because you always seem to know exactly what's going on and what to do. except when we're eating churros. 210823 ... unhinged something about the combination of fried dough and cinnamon sugar...like a fancy version of the cinnamon toast my mom made me when i was a kid churro sundae with horchata ice cream and chili chocolate sauce sounds like the best dessert ever 210824 ... epitome of incomprehensibility You're both making me hungry. Churros are one thing I miss about the old part of my job that had me handing out tutoring centre fliers to students. Sometimes, at McGill, student groups would be around selling sugar-dusted churros. Less commonly than samosas. The samosas were good, too, but sometimes they'd cooled down too much and were a bit dry on the outside. 210825 what's it to you? who go blather from