It reminded me of the worst Mexican food I ever had, which was at a place in Austria. It was sweet and flowery tasting, with zero spice to it. It was like spritzing a perfume bottle in your mouth. I've been to Spain, so I can't say it tasted Spanish vs. Mexican, it was just...odd.
I was embarrassed at Kenneth's behavior. He was so dismissive and rude. I probably wouldn't have like the spice-covered candy since I don't generally favor spicy/sweet combos, but I would have tried it and I definitely would not have spit it out. I would have asked Armando to get a selection of his favorites so I could try them, and that could be a nice bonding moment. I also would not be endlessly complaining. When I was in Morocco, signage was not always the greatest, so it could be a challenge to tell the difference between a drink lounge and a restaurant that served food. I just figured things out as I went! I'm shocked that Kenneth seems to know so little Spanish, even a passable understanding of simple words. Pl-ah-ta vs. pl-A-ta, for instance. I thought Spanish was pretty common in Florida.