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Suiza
Suiza
Suiza
BY LYDIA WOOLEVER
MAY 4, 2014
It's not even fair to call it that—a "quesadilla." This is not your
nuked college tortilla filled with a sad amount of shredded cheddar
cheese. This is not what your mom made you at snack time
growing up. This is like no quesadilla you've ever seen before. It's
the size of a burrito, sans the rice and beans, straight to the good
stuff, and it gets grilled down flat, letting all the ingredients melt
together into one delicious mess. It's like two bank envelopes
stuffed with cash. It's like a meat-and-cheese suitcase. It's like what
the fk even is that.
The hell with Monday, the hell with work, you'll say. Right now,
you're just rearing to go, to get out, to move. Right now, it's just a
hot, beautiful, Sunday in Mex–er, California, or wherever the hell
you are. You feel alive. You feel machismo. You feel a little loco,
too. You can do anything. You might even come back later.
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