Arghhhh!! My last favorite Mexican restauraunt hired one of those new cooks who puts cilantro in everything, including beer probably. When did people decide that food was supposed to taste like perfume? If I wanted food to taste like that I would put some aftershave in it. Now its starting to invade Italian and Chinese food. Since we have no-smoking sections I think we need to have a no-cilantro ordinance since it smells 3 times as bad.
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Wear the same socks for three days. Remove them, and then place them in the corner of a damp basement. Leave them there for one week. What forms on them is cilantro.
Ha! What a coincidence. Today at lunch I had a yellow cilantro and tequila gazpacho as an appetizer. It also had some yellow peppers, and some yellow other stuff that I didn’t know what it was. Fancy-schmancy guys made the whole thing yellow.
It was amazing. Almost better than the main course.
No, actually, what I’ve noticed is that cilantro is one of those herbs you either love or hate- no middle ground. I and my mother both consider cilantro to be one of the greatest herbs ever discovered, while my sister refuses to be in the same room with it. Oh, well. If you don’t want yours, I’ll gladly take it.
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Mrs. Chef adores cilantro. I think it tastes like someone spilled lawn clippings in my food. I don’t mind it if there’s just a bit, but its flavor is too coarse to be applied with a heavy hand.
Italian? You mean Indian, right? Indian, Chinese, and Mexican are the three big cuisines (that have made inroads into the American mainstream) for cilantro use.
I’ll stand with psycat, BigDaddy, and Da Chef on this issue. I use it when it’s called for, usually toward the end of the cooking time (a la parsley) but I don’t throw it around indiscriminately.
I LOVE cilantro. More! more! more! Good salsa should just reek of cilantro.
Now, if we’re sectioning off the restaurant, how about a “no fajita zone” ? My husband and I have talked about this often. If someone at the next table orders fajitas, I basically can’t eat. I either just don’t finish or move to another table. Being a vegetarian is probably most of it, but just that overwhealming smell of seared flesh is just so amazingly repulsive and STRONG!!! UGH!!! It makes me queasy instantly.
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I hate it when chefs put so much cilantro in my food that I can’t taste anything else. Of course, I hate it when ANY spice/topping drowns out the dish itself.
For example, take the chefs who put so many peppers in something that all you can taste is spice. People here in the southwest love it, while my response is usually along the lines of “they can’t cook, so they drown it in pepper to disguise the taste.”
Food is meant to be harmonious, people! The ingredients are put together because they taste good together, not so they could be smothered in red-hot green chili, for the love of God. You might as well eat a whole friggin’ bowl of the chili and forget the burrito.
ASSASSINS!
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Once I taste Cilantro on something, the taste stays on my tongue for the rest of the meal. I hate it!! I’m glad this thread started, I thought I was the only one who didn’t like it.
I also dislike cilantro. It goes in salsa but not much else. What I dislike even more than the taste of cilantro is when people pronounce it with a nasal a (like in “ants”). My friend was telling me about something she was cooking, and pronounced it that way. I corrected her without thinking, and she got really upset, and insisted that she was right. But she wasn’t. Ha.
I hate cilantro - yuk yuk yuk - it’s like spraying glade bathroom freshener all over your food (I’m guessing, not actually having tried that, though, not suggesting that I wouldn’t rather have that than a handful of cilantro thrown in my food).
And to make matters worse, it isn’t like mushrooms or onions where you could pick them out if you wanted, no, cilantro must be Latin for rotted-perfume-scented-glue once there, always there. I’ve learned to order asking for no cilantro, especially in Thai, Vietnamese or Laotian restaurants.
Even if I had a signature, I doubt I’d have room for it.
