Simulacrum

Back in Christchurch, I was in a bad way.  It had been nearly two whole weeks since I had had any Mexican food and I was jonesing hard.  I found a place with the promising name of “Mexicano’s”.

Yeah, um, no.

It was like a strange interpretation of Mexican food.  It reminded me of two things:

1. The sorta-kinda “California cuisine” at the California Pizza Kitchens in China where every dish looks like it was reverse engineered from a picture from an American CPK menu.

2. The synthetic-tasting steak Jeff Goldbum sends through the telepod and makes Geena Davis try in Cronenberg’s The Fly.