There is a Mexican restaurant in Singapore. When we lived in Indonesia, we went there every chance we got. Sometimes the food was sublime, sometimes it was ridiculous. I used to think the problem was in the kitchen, but finally I realized it was relative in nature, and was dependent upon how long it had been since we were last in Texas. If neither enchilada nor taco had passed our lips for months on end, the Singaporean version tasted pretty darn delicious. However, if you made the mistake of stopping there on your way back from home leave, it would just about turn your stomach.
The only area where we have ever felt that Wimberley was seriously lacking, was with regard to Asian food. As in, there was none. So every time I went back to Houston, that was number one on my agenda. Imagine my surprise when I drove past the donut place the other day, and saw a big ol' sign that said "Chinese 11 - 3." Of course, the Muses and I had to try it out. I'm afraid the most I can say is "Didn't suck." However, I think there will come a time, once we give up the place in Houston, and as we become more and more reluctant to drive all the way to Austin just to get a Chinese fix, when it will begin to taste better and better to me. Kind of like that Mexican food in Singapore.
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