I saw the cantina glowing with the golden promise of redemption and had my driver swerve off the road so I could investigate whether it was heaven or hell that tempted me so.
Nervously, I plunged into the front portal, and was immediantly accosted by the thick aroma that played sweet nothings with my nostrils. Intrigued, I ventured further, being led by one of the minions to a table filled with offerings of corn chips and crystal clear water that had its birth in far off glaciers.
With these temptations manifested before me, the hunger was bound to come upon me like the mongol horde that ravaged the fields of Europe.
Trembling, I raised my hand and placed it upon a triangular chip that seemed to beckon my hand toward it, desiring me to pick it up. As i did so a miracle occured of which I know not what angel set forth, but a salsa dip did appear before me that was the perfect companion to my chip. Plunging the chip into this newfound friend, they mingled together and gave birth to a whole new flavor that can only be described as unholy decadence. I soon found myself enraptured in a trance-like state of gluttony of which I am ashamed to admit. In short, it was heaven.