This was on the menu where I ate lunch (a sensible masala dosa) today. Fusion cooking gone quite nuts.
If you eat halal, you are spared the indignities of Hawaiin pizza. You are not in any sense “missing out”.
Even if you leave out the ham.
You cannot make a pizza using a lentil and rice pancake.
You serve Horlicks with condensed milk - how can you not know that the boundaries have been pushed far enough?
I’ve had fusion things before that have worked, like five-spice duck confit or kangaroo in XO sauce. But this kind of thing almost always turns out to be like Peking duck risotto: a lot less than the sum of its parts.
At a restaurant in Towson, MD called “Guido Burrito,” I stupidly partook of their eponymous dish: Italian sausage, tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese in a burrito with jalapeno peppers. Heartburn city.
Reminds me of a kosher Mexican place we used to have here in Chicago – it was called Casa Hadassah.
Seriously, an ex of mine, a nice half-Mexican boy, dated a woman for rather a long time after we broke up – she was a very confused Orthodox Jew who observed things in her own rather random way, as evidenced in part by the fact that she was dating my quite non-Jewish ex. (She didn’t follow the usual dress restrictions at all, or most of the other modesty-related things, but she more or less followed a Kosher diet.) So my ex learned to make Kosher tacos. He used ground, seasoned tofu instead of meat; that way he could still put cheese and sour cream on top.
Eeeeew! Some things are just wrong, and tofu tacos definitely fall into that category. What’s wrong with good old-fashioned beans?