Curacao

I'm back from a week-long scuba diving trip in Curacao. Not that one treks to Curacao to eat, I'll post about our eating excursions in the next few days.

To start with, here's something I did not eat: Chili's Southwestern Cobb Salad, though I paid nearly $15 for the salad plus 2 Gatorades. The Gatorade I chugged like the viral infested beast that I was, hoping there weren't any CDC-spies roaming the airport looking to jump me, claim I was spreading Swine Flu, and put me in a quarantine.

The salad I took on a trip from JFK to Miami International Airport before letting it finish out its life via the Miami sanitation system. I ditched it because my friend ordered the same one and swore it was one of the worst salads in recent memory with an abundance of damp limp iceberg lettuce just waiting to sabotage your taste buds.