I Ate Chos. Sub Par Chos. Four One Eight Area Codes. (Area) Area Codes (Codes).

Written by Esquire

I am fully aware the French are extremely fond of cheese, but this was some next level shit. Take a good look at the state of these nachos. Seriously, WTF? They must have used 5 pounds of cheese if they used an ounce. The few tortillas included were burnt as fuck well done, and the condiments came half full. Thats right, half full. How optimistic. Over the years I have been fortunate enough to have dined at many of the sketchiest ski resorts this great nation has to offer. Seldom compare to Mont St. Sauveur's cafeteria.

At one point my associate Jon went in for a chip, only to find the entire amount of melted cheese attached. As a joke he placed the cheese skin on his face, poked a hole for his tongue, and repeated "I'd fuck me" in a deep voice.  I thought it was a little weird, especially when he proceeded to  add the mangina to his performance.

Note: It was not until long after the routine whilst snacking on those very nachos that I realized Jon's act was based on that film starring Jody Foster. I think it was... Contact. It must have been either Contact or Panic Room? Regardless, two thumbs way up.

Mont. St. Sauveur. Quebec. [audio:Area Codes.mp3]


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