It’s funny thinking back, because the first time I had Mexican food was in a
, Denmark to be exact, so you might think that it is far from authentic. It was the time when I had
with my friends in
Copenhagen and I guess my first contact with Mexican food was very memorable because it was overall a good day for me as well. To give you a little bit more context, it was when I had lived in Denmark for nearly a year. I was growing a bit bored of Scandinavian
, so I immediately picked the only thing that was not Danish food on the menu, the Nacho Supreme, and in proper brunch fashion, a glass of sangria too. That meal really exceeded all of my expectations. If I have to describe it in one word it would be “
”. The dish tasted amazing. The chips were the right level of
, and each
was like an explosive punch of flavors: the
tasted so
and
, combining with the
of the
, with the
to give it an extra kick, then I washed it all down with a
of the refreshing sangria. I remember thinking that if I had to die at that moment it would still be worth it.