Cilantro
Cilantro fucking blows, dude. It’s like— it’s just such a rude interruption. You have a burrito or something made of savory elements like beans and cheese that kind of melt together harmoniously, all warm, and then in the middle of that suddenly you bite through a cold pile of vaguely poisonous-tasting lawn clippings. And you can hear it when you bite cilantro, too. A sound like scissors cutting. It’s an abomination. Fuck cilantro.
