The Joy of Mex

One of the things I missed most on my return from living in NYC (aside from the half-price shoes, affordable mani/pedi and Central Park of course - shallow, moi?!) was the absolute dearth of Mexican fare in my home town.
Being a vegetarian, Mexican food is one of life's greatest gifts. What other cuisine covers the vital veggie lifesavers of cheese, bread, salad, avocado, tomatoes, chips and chocolate and combines it all into one meal? What is there not to like? And don't even get me started on the magic that is a margarita...
Yet, for all its availability in Manhattan, such wonders have eluded me here (though some may say my thighs have been eternally grateful) and I have made do with trips Stateside to get my fix. Until now.
Now, all of a sudden, you can barely move for burritos. New restaurants Giraffe, Mission Burrito, Las Iguanas and Nandos have landed in Italian Bistro Central and shaken their maracas all over the shop. It's almost as if they all bought the same market research report "University towns want more South American food". Franchise city though it may be, I'm lovin' it. Kid in a candy store me.
Though of course now I have to explain this all-important news to my thighs, and hope they understand when it means yet more swimming, squash and even more of that dreaded, detestable exercise bike. I wonder, will they ever forgive me?

(Beverage: Pomegranate Green Tea. Antioxidant concession to last night's very much not. Shoes: Black patent heels. Vague attempt to combat the puce.)