Which one of you fuckers did this to me?

I'm going to post a series of photos of me eating different shit in Mexico. One of these fucking foods left me going big out both ends for the last week. Help. I need someone to blame. 
 

The Line-Up

Here's a picture of me with some corn on the fucking cob that I got from a muchacho in a boat. Seems a little fishy if you ask me.

Here's a picture of me eating a mother fucking sandwich we found on the street. I was suspicious from the get go.

Here I am drinking a goddamn chocolate leche con plantano. I don't know how you fuck up chocolate, milk, and bananas , but we've got to consider all of the possibilities. 

Here I am back on the boat. This time I'm smashing a piping hot cheese quesadilla. It's worth noting there was a slice of tomato, some fucking onions, and a bit of avocado on the interior.

Finally, here's a throwback to the first meal of the trip—a rather dodgy selection of tacos and tortas that were sorta fucking terrible. A definite Nope. 

Conclusion

Colonel Cob, in the boat room, with dirty river water. 

Hola Compadres! Somos Los Hermanos Bistró!

For those of you who can't speak Mexican, "Hello friends! We are the Bistro Bros!". As you may or may not know, the Bistro Bros don't half-ass anything. Whether we're crushing plates or weights, we're full throttle and fully torqued at all times. You might be a member of the half-chub club, but we're treasurers of pleasure who treat going big as our full time jobs. Because of our commitment to greatness, we know we can't launch the Bistro Bros brand with anything short of perfection. It is for that reason that we have decided to pack our bolsas full of Pepto and head down south to get shitty in Mexico City for Dia De Los Fucking Muertos.

We've got backpacks full of wet wipes and our eyes set on some juicy street meat [not penises] and soft tacos [you know it], so stay tuned for some fresh posts on the things we loved and hated the most. Adios putas.

-Jay Bronie