Mexico: A Chili Memoir of the High Seas

Greetings, friends.

I am happy to announce that I have safely returned home after a 5 day chili cruise through Mexico. The entire Breadbowl Jones family was in attendance, and came back with more than just a few stories to tell.

It is a bit of a lesser known fact that Chili-Chat has a very strong following in Mexico. Chili-Chat research and development team pointed out a spike in traffic from our friends south of the border, so I decided to head there myself and see what was going on.

I boarded my ship, The Chili Basket, and checked into my room. There were complimentary chili biscuits on each pillow in the room. Off to a good start, I'm thinking.

That's when things went from good to great. I took a stroll around the ship, and check out all of the luxurious chili amenities provided by the staff.

The ship featured a chili lazy river that floated around the circumference of the ship, A 24 hour chili buffet on every deck, and an entire staff of chili massage therapists. I was in hog heaven.




I came equipped with Chili-Chat fliers, and had my siblings Troontis and Mudd help me pass them out, although it seemed most people already knew about Chili-Chat and who I was.

I felt like a celebrity. I had people shouting "Breadbowl, let me get a picture!" or "Breadbowl, whats next for Chili-Chat?!" I took some commemorative photos with a few fans who begged me to put them on the website.





It was very humbling to come face to face with so many gracious fans. I was so touched by their support, that I decided to take the ultimate plunge, and get a Chili-Chat.com tattoo.

The tattoo was turning heads left and right on the cruise, and by the last night I must have seen 4 or 5 people with the same ink done.

There has been a company email sent out that all chili-chat employees must get the same tattoo as Breadbowl.

We wined and dined like royalty, and got up each morning to do it again. A life I could get used to. The trip was not all fun and excitement though. Mudd Reebok had too many chili four lokos one night, and paid the price. He was also kicked out of the discotech for being to greasy.




If our trip to Mexico was a movie, it would land somewhere between Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Chilly Dogs. We laughed, we cried, and we ate chili.












There have been reported talks of starting up a Chili-Chat branch in Mexico City and Cozumel. More on that story as it develops.