racheleatsburritos:

kevin-for-what-ails-ya:

I am not eating the best burrito, but it is still a burrito and thus superior to all other foods.

I generally do not consider myself a light-hearted or optimistic person. But! When I’m eating a burrito, I do strive to be as positive as possible. Whether it’s the crispiness of the carnitas, or the doughiness of the tortilla, I try to find something to love about it.

I’m not a perfect person. There’s many things I wish I didn’t do. But I continue learning. And, my burrito, the reason is you. 

I swung by Latte Express to grab one of my favorites from the old days. Their breakfast burrito is great in that homemade sort of way, fresh ingredients and all. I always get the ham burrito. Times are tough for them in San Francisco so stop on by if you’re in SOMA and in the mood for a good breakfast burrito, Vietnamese sandwiches, and other coffee shop goods. Tip big!

Back to Sabor a Mexico for their pastor. It’s the variant with pineapple notes in it, and you’d think I’d be into it since I’m pro Hawaiian pizza, but this one lacks the salty meats to balance out the sweetness and it’s just not as good as the pastor tacos from El Taurino on the streets of Tepatitlan c. 1998. Nostalgia’s an anchor sometimes, keeping us from sailing bravely into uncharted waters.

You know, sometimes the bear eats you, and sometimes you eat the best asada burrito from Sabor a Mexico. This is one of those combination restaurants (four restaurants/cuisine styles sharing the same kitchen) and I expected something eh at best, but son of an onion, I’m fucking floored. It’s been at least a decade since I ate asada this good.