First, let me just say, I've missed you! Things have been a little crazy (as always, excuses excuses), but I'm back.
I feel it is more than past time for me to devote a post to my favorite sub shop. Jimmy Johns. JJs. James Jonathan. Whatever you want to call it, its amazing. And freaky fast. Although, I must say that while it is always amazing, it is not always freaky fast. When you go into the restuarant and order, yes, freaky fast. I've had my sandwich before I've even paid before. (Subway makes you pay after they make the sandwich, its a different set up). But if you call in and order this sub sandwich that is anything but sub par, it can (at times) take a long time for it to be delivered to you. I understand, they are bike messengers with sub sandwiches tucked under their arms, but dont claim to be freaky fast and then take 30 minutes to deliver me my tasty #11. Its just not right. We're hungry Jimmy Johns. Also, I tried to get them to deliver a sandwich to me in El Salvador. I even said I'd meet them at the airport. No can do. Such is life.
My love for James Jonathan runs so deep that when I was home at Christmas, I had my Mom drive 20 minutes out of the way AFTER checking my bags at the airport so that I could get one last #11 and eat it on the 20 minute drive back to the airport. I'm quite certain my mother thinks I'm crazy, but at least she is supportive of the craziness. That's something. Really. Thanks Mom. I have officially been 70 days without a JJs sandwich. Assuming my math is right... and thats not something I'd really put a lot of faith in. BUT my NEXT JJ sandwich will happen in approximately 100 days. LOVE. JOY. theres just not words to express a number 11. But this is JJs attempt: Fresh sliced turkey breast, applewood smoked ham, provolone, and tons of lettuce, tomato, and mayo! (A very traditional, yet always exceptional classic!). I'd like to point out that the website provides a picture of the #11... on toast. really? Come on, JJs. I've never had my #11 on toast. Ok maybe once, but I was mad and made them fix it. That was a JJs in Edmond, OK (where things are known to go wrong) it wasnt the one by Pimp My Hair. The one by Pimp My Hair would never do that. The bread makes the sandwich. Sorry to say, their photo department failed. Also, the #11 is called a Country Club. Its pretty much the most country thing about me. And also, its not your typical club. its not cut into little triangles with frilly toothpicks. Its a real sub sandwich.
Happy Eating!
love, tree
First, let me just say, I've missed you! Things have been a little crazy (as always, excuses excuses), but I'm back. 
Who likes converse shoes and the color yellow, only speaks Spanglish, has an ear for good tunes, and has a little brother that is a super hero?
Yesterday, I went to La Teja. I go there a lot and they have a wide variety of food so you'll see a lot of La Teja on this page. They have four different restaurants that are all in the same place. Like a food court. If the food court was beautiful and open air with a view of the mountains. 
onfused. So I asked him to write it down. Carambola. According to wiki, its a star fruit. I was interested to see how wiki described it because I was at a lost. Apparently, so is wiki. They said the taste is almost incomparable but it was most like a cross between an apple, a pear, and a citrus fruit. I'm not sure I agree with that but I don't know how else to describe it. Except that it looks like a star. 
I will admit that the rice soup mixture looks a lot more appetizing the day its made. This soup has been hanging out in our kitchen for three or four days. My roommate makes it at least once a week. It is soup, rice, a little pit of tomatoes and green peppers, and potatoes. She sprinkles some magic seasoning in it as well. I think the magic seasoning is chicken flavoring. But I'm not a hundered percent. She showed me how to make it once... that was an adventure. To try to be fair to the roommate, I'll post a picture of the soup the day its made as soon as I can. 
Tonight, I went with my good friend Erin to eat at Pollo Campero. Literally translated- Country Chicken. This chicken is probably some of the best fried chicken in the world. Its a little greasy and probably not healthy at all, but people love this chicken so much that they will literally buy bags of it, take it on a plane, and fly it home (to wherever their home may be). I'm not super comfortable with chicken thats been sitting out through the duration of a long plane trip, but for Pollo? I can see how people jump to the conclusion that flying fried chicken home is not only a good idea, but a necessity. 
I got the Menu Campero. This includes two pieces of fried chicken, fries, and a soda. Erin ordered up a torta and a soda. The torta is more or less a chicken sandwich... but with beans, mayonaise, Guatamala (my new word for guacamole), tomatoes, lettuce, and a very small chicken patty. You basically have to tear all of the bread away to find the chicken, which is exactly what Erin did. Oh i should have got a picture of that. Picture a plate with a bunch of bread and a sad little piece of chicken. Great, now you know. 