Thursday, July 14, 2011
So this morning I found myself looking for a little hole in the wall, an unknown place where I could just dissapear into the landscape and enjoy some homemade food. And boy did I find it.
I had all of La Guelaguetza at 918 W. Prince Road to myself, and didn't even have to order. The owner came running out and immediately asked if I wanted a breakfast burrito with eggs, potatoes and chorizo. When miraculous things like mind-reading happen, it is wise to stay silent and just nod one's head. I sat down and waited for my order.
What a sweetheart she was! "You want a little beans, señor?" More nodding. "I'll put a little chile in it for you." More nodding. I hadn't been mothered like this, well, ever, and it felt warm and right and wonderful.
I had to refrain from tearing into the burrito all the way home. Once opened, it was stained a mahogany red from the chorizo grease. All burritos with chorizo should be prepared this way. I decree it.
She charged me $5 and gave me a can of soda for free. I love this town.
Tags: La Guelaguetza , breakfast burritos , holes in the wall , burrito heaven