What is food?
I guess this is the big question this blog has been meandering towards all along.
Is food merely sustenance, or should its aims be loftier?
Average Food Blog does not know for sure, but it does know that while eating at a transport interchange means your expectations are inevitably lowered somewhat, some standards can be maintained. Your brain must, at bare minimum, be registering the eating experience as something slightly more than a series of mastications and swallows.
The Mi Casa bacon and egg burrito has all but no discernible texture, colour, smell or taste. It is scrambled egg juice squirted maliciously onto a highly-faded watercolour painting of tomatoes, wrapped. It has mass, but little more can be added. Maybe this is what just under £4.00 gets you in a corporate food setting in pre-Brexit Britain.
It is surely among the worst cuisine-based cultural parodies ever. Mexico should sue or invade or both.
Incidentally, the location of this eating is not ‘Mi Casa’; it is Manchester fucking Airport. This house decrees that no food is present in this aluminium foil.
[unrated / not food]