Searching for food and shelter along the main street of Navojoa (a small town in Sinaloa), we knew that we had to be alert and flexible. A green sign that read "Quick Zalads" caught our attention. A long counter, decorated with colorful and fresh-looking vegetables, dominated the small restaurant. We paid for a "Large", and were amazed as the cashier brandished a stainless-steel bowl, the size of a kitchen sink. A server obtained a whole lettuce, and shredded it into the bowl. The server and us then walked on opposite sides of the counter. We, across the glass panels, pointing at the different vegetables. She, adding our choices to the mix. At the end of the journey, she swiftly dressed, and tossed the full bowl.
"I can pack whatever you don't finish" she offered. Probably, after comparing our body size to the that of the meal.
We sat across the industrial-grade container and took the first bite. I recognized the smile that spread across Adi's face. It spells 'SATISFACTION.' We consumed the entire portion without difficulty. I think someone should open a franchise in the Bay Area.
