Went out with a crew of friends the other night. What is it about a Mexican restaurant and chips? Why is it that no matter how well fed I am, I still can't get enough of those yellow triangles piled high with salsa inside my mouth? Inevitably the next day, I always feel sick to my stomach for inhaling so much fried corn, but it doesn't matter. The siren song of free hors d'oeuvres and cheap red wine keeps me in a trance as soon I enter the doors of a Mexican restaurant.