foodcrime, sadness (~)
Epilogue: They could not have possibly gotten my order more wrong. :) I tried to minimize the damage and stick to beans and chicken, and got someone else's nachos and beef tacos.
I ate it anyhow. Apparently the gods just don't want me to eat healthy tonight. I mean, I DID promise Satan he could have a year off my life if he brought our neighbor's kitten back—maybe this is the means by which he's doing his dirty work. :p