Brits abroad

I've just returned from my first ever all inclusive holiday which I spent in beautiful sunny Mexico.

One of the things I most look forward to when jetting off on my hols is - no surprises - the food. This was no exception. Uh, hello? It's Mexican food!

In true Rambo style, Rich bought himself a warm-up burrito the day before the flight, just to line his stomach for the onslaught of pinto beans, various tortilla incarnations and churros we were about to indulge in. We've watched Thomasina Miers banging on in Spanish about what Mexican mama used to make-a, so we think we know what's coming. We're actually rubbing our hands together with anticipation.

But authenticity was not to be. It seems all inclusive means only one thing: Brits abroad. It's beer and chips and that old British favourite - Chinese. 

OK, I'm being slighty harsh. The food was fine. We had a fancy Italian restaurant and an actually rather decent Japanese. But for all the restaraunts on site just one was Mexican. It felt like a dumbed-down version of what the staff would have made at home, outside of this resort, full of plonkers, who wouldn't know a good authentic meal if it punched them in the face.

A lesson learned. We hope to return to beautiful, friendly Mexico one day and, although we might not give up the nice hotel, we'll certainly be venturing a little further into their exciting world of food.  

Mexico - 5, All inclusive - 0.

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