What is this specimen? It’s sugary, it looks like a doughnut, and reminds me of my study abroad semester in Spain. But no. Churros at Leo’s. Not possible.
Apparently, it’s “Maximum Mexican” day at Leo’s. The last time you were at at the dining hall, you checked the box for grilled chicken, specifically wrote “no bun, please, just chicken” and got a grilled cheese instead (true story, photographed below). Now, you get to the dining hall and some man in a chef’s hat smiles at you as he arranges tiny plates of mango cilantro salad and some kind of weird Mexican cinnamon sticks. Isn’t mango season in June?
Sure, biting into the churro might make you feel like you’re about to chip a tooth, but hey, this is unreal. This is about as weird as the time they served cilantro-infused grapefruit water. We appreciate Aramark’s efforts to maximize the Mexican spirit, but can’t help but wonder if these “action desserts” are just a way to distract from what we all really miss and love: making our own damn pizzas.