I remember my first time like it was yesterday.
It was three weeks ago when it happened. I wasn’t expecting it–I thought we were just hanging out, maybe playing some games.
And, to be honest, I didn’t think it was different than anything else. You’ve had one, you’ve had them all, you know?
I’m talking, of course, about Qdoba. A friend provided it for lunch at a board game day, and as soon as the adobo chicken hit my lips, the world opened up to me.
Really, it was a near-religious experience. What was happening? Why had I never tried this before? I could have been doing this for years! It was incredible.
But here’s the thing: Since that fateful day, I’ve sought to recapture the magic, and it hasn’t happened. Not for lack of trying. I’ve gotten lunch at the Q once a week for the last three weeks.
The first time, I got the wrong kind of cheese, and it was so spicy that I couldn’t taste the chicken. The second time, I got the tortilla soup, which is good, but certain ingredients got in the way of the chicken.
I got pretty close today. I went no frills: chips, mild queso, pinto beans, and adobo chicken. Salsa on the side. And it was good. Really good. But it still wasn’t quite the same.
At this point I think the only way I can experience the sheer pleasure of the first time is to recreate the exact situation. Same location, same games, same people, same nacho bar. I think it’s possible.
Have you ever had this happen? You eat something that is so delicious, but when you try to relive the glory, it’s not quite the same, and you can’t figure out why?