There is a congealed, bumpled (new word) whiter ... goop of unknown origin that, I suppose, passes as some sort of dressing. There was a fat slice of avacado on the top. The only thing that looks right are the tomatoes. The chicken's been placed in these fryable pouches, and then there's this lettucey, goopy melange that coats the top.
Yes, it may be cottage cheese.
If I continue to eat this I'm going to start puking and not stop until September.
Today has been one of those days where I have not trusted my initial impulses ... stuff like, "Maybe I should keep my virtual mouth shut," and "Oh, gee, a Mexican place I've never seen before--I'll bet they suck, but I sure do miss Mexican food!"
