Hello... welcome back…it’s been a minute…sorry for the hiatus...let me explain…
I was down in the Big Easy from Wednesday night 5/4 until the past Monday night (yes 5-days & nights in NOLA) doing a burrito mission. I will admit that a bachelor party and a 120-hour bender were part of the experience. I’ll also admit that eating a lot of burritos and converting people over to the burrito were not. Despite my actions, however, everyone knows and understands deep down I was there for a higher purpose, the burrito.
Upon my return, I was incarcerated for about 60 hours over the last five days at my place of employment. Sadly for me, the Burrito Blog does not provide me a living income and I need a means to end, the end being of course delicious burritos.
During my hiatus, I did receive some comments asking whether I would come back and what was going on. Happy for me, it means that someone actually reads this blog, so I will take no offense to any nasty remarks; and while I do realize that it is sacrilege that I did not post on Cinco De Mayo, much like Santa Claus taking Christmas Eve off, I have come back with a burrito trilogy. This Trilogy has three parts and I will tell you all three parts:
Part 1 – The Scene is Cinco De Mayo, Thursday May 5, in New Orleans, LA (NOLA). NOLA may be one of the best cities in the world to visit, especially for those who harbor a love for great food, live music, and the drink. Although NOLA cuisine is amazing, they are born with a tongue for the Creole, and the burrito is at best hidden behind the scenes. In the land of hedonism, I did not know where I would find my burrito sanctuary. Turns out it came in a place by the name of Juan’s Flying Burrito. The name Flying Burrito scares the hell out of me…
…Rewind 12 years…In college, a good friend of my coined a move called the ‘Flying Burrito’. He would run full speed and hurl himself into the air. During flight, he would level himself out horizontally into a position that he believed looked like a 'Flying Burrito’. Then, he would continue his flight into some really drunk person who was seated. Usually, the person who was hit, due to their state, would not feel a thing, but the real victim would be the piece of furniture they were seated on. Most times, that furniture would belong to a really sweet and really cute coed who was kind enough to have us into her apartment for an after hours party. Needless to say, after the damage and destruction caused, we would be forced to leave and go home empty handed. I would like to go on record as saying that I hate the flying burrito and I blame that move at least partially for never meeting my future wife, whoever she may be, in college.
…Fast forward to a better time, the present. …Not sure what to expect at Juan’s, I decided to behave, fit in with the culture, and order a Jerk Gator Burrito. Jerk Gator Burrito, what a wonderful fusion food! Here I was, enjoying a wonderful burrito, and at the same time being immersed in the Cajun culture. Juan’s, you get my stamp of approval!
Part 2 – Fast forward to the following Tuesday, May 10. The Scene is Wrigley Field, Chicago Illinois. I am offered free bleacher tickets to a Cubs game from work. Normally, due to my hatred of the Cubs, and the fact the Ricketts family is anti-burrito (reference burritophile post ‘Warm-up #4’, 4/9/2011), I avoid Wrigley. This night, however, was different. It was beautiful out and I was able to catch up with a good friend who enjoys the Cubs and sadly is leaving town soon. As we got to the seats, I saw a group of good friends who were randomly at the game and just happened to be right by us. Just seeing their faces brought me into a happy place, and then they went above and beyond. After a long day of work, I did not have enough time for dinner and I was starving. Furthermore, Wrigley treats its burrito lovers like it does their smokers, second class citizens. For either a smoke or a burrito, you essentially have to leave the stadium. When we went over to say hi to my friends, they revealed a contra band bag of Taco Bell and offered me a free 7-layer burrito! Another burrito miracle! Needless to say my tummy went home happy.
Part 3 – Fast forward to following Thursday, May 12. The scene is West Chicago Avenue, around Damen. Once again after a long day I met some friends for a drink or two. As I was about to go home, all I was looking forward to was a warm bed and sawing some logs. About to leave, a friend of mine who I previously thought only possessed above average intelligence looked at me and said “All I know is I’m headed to El Taco Veloz”. El Taco Veloz, what a genius! Turns out he was a mental f*cking genius! El Taco Veloz was as wonderful as I remember it Cinco De Mayo 2010, when I first met the Burritophile. It was a great al pastor burrito, but one warning, the Margarita’s taste like tang.
There are three lessons to be learned:
1. Sometimes the greatest joys come from people, places, and times that you least expect them.
2. Good things come in threes
3. Great things happen on Days that begin with ‘T’. I was born on a Thursday, December 22, 1977…Rewind 33 years.
I was down in the Big Easy from Wednesday night 5/4 until the past Monday night (yes 5-days & nights in NOLA) doing a burrito mission. I will admit that a bachelor party and a 120-hour bender were part of the experience. I’ll also admit that eating a lot of burritos and converting people over to the burrito were not. Despite my actions, however, everyone knows and understands deep down I was there for a higher purpose, the burrito.
Upon my return, I was incarcerated for about 60 hours over the last five days at my place of employment. Sadly for me, the Burrito Blog does not provide me a living income and I need a means to end, the end being of course delicious burritos.
During my hiatus, I did receive some comments asking whether I would come back and what was going on. Happy for me, it means that someone actually reads this blog, so I will take no offense to any nasty remarks; and while I do realize that it is sacrilege that I did not post on Cinco De Mayo, much like Santa Claus taking Christmas Eve off, I have come back with a burrito trilogy. This Trilogy has three parts and I will tell you all three parts:
Part 1 – The Scene is Cinco De Mayo, Thursday May 5, in New Orleans, LA (NOLA). NOLA may be one of the best cities in the world to visit, especially for those who harbor a love for great food, live music, and the drink. Although NOLA cuisine is amazing, they are born with a tongue for the Creole, and the burrito is at best hidden behind the scenes. In the land of hedonism, I did not know where I would find my burrito sanctuary. Turns out it came in a place by the name of Juan’s Flying Burrito. The name Flying Burrito scares the hell out of me…
…Rewind 12 years…In college, a good friend of my coined a move called the ‘Flying Burrito’. He would run full speed and hurl himself into the air. During flight, he would level himself out horizontally into a position that he believed looked like a 'Flying Burrito’. Then, he would continue his flight into some really drunk person who was seated. Usually, the person who was hit, due to their state, would not feel a thing, but the real victim would be the piece of furniture they were seated on. Most times, that furniture would belong to a really sweet and really cute coed who was kind enough to have us into her apartment for an after hours party. Needless to say, after the damage and destruction caused, we would be forced to leave and go home empty handed. I would like to go on record as saying that I hate the flying burrito and I blame that move at least partially for never meeting my future wife, whoever she may be, in college.
…Fast forward to a better time, the present. …Not sure what to expect at Juan’s, I decided to behave, fit in with the culture, and order a Jerk Gator Burrito. Jerk Gator Burrito, what a wonderful fusion food! Here I was, enjoying a wonderful burrito, and at the same time being immersed in the Cajun culture. Juan’s, you get my stamp of approval!
Part 2 – Fast forward to the following Tuesday, May 10. The Scene is Wrigley Field, Chicago Illinois. I am offered free bleacher tickets to a Cubs game from work. Normally, due to my hatred of the Cubs, and the fact the Ricketts family is anti-burrito (reference burritophile post ‘Warm-up #4’, 4/9/2011), I avoid Wrigley. This night, however, was different. It was beautiful out and I was able to catch up with a good friend who enjoys the Cubs and sadly is leaving town soon. As we got to the seats, I saw a group of good friends who were randomly at the game and just happened to be right by us. Just seeing their faces brought me into a happy place, and then they went above and beyond. After a long day of work, I did not have enough time for dinner and I was starving. Furthermore, Wrigley treats its burrito lovers like it does their smokers, second class citizens. For either a smoke or a burrito, you essentially have to leave the stadium. When we went over to say hi to my friends, they revealed a contra band bag of Taco Bell and offered me a free 7-layer burrito! Another burrito miracle! Needless to say my tummy went home happy.
Part 3 – Fast forward to following Thursday, May 12. The scene is West Chicago Avenue, around Damen. Once again after a long day I met some friends for a drink or two. As I was about to go home, all I was looking forward to was a warm bed and sawing some logs. About to leave, a friend of mine who I previously thought only possessed above average intelligence looked at me and said “All I know is I’m headed to El Taco Veloz”. El Taco Veloz, what a genius! Turns out he was a mental f*cking genius! El Taco Veloz was as wonderful as I remember it Cinco De Mayo 2010, when I first met the Burritophile. It was a great al pastor burrito, but one warning, the Margarita’s taste like tang.
There are three lessons to be learned:
1. Sometimes the greatest joys come from people, places, and times that you least expect them.
2. Good things come in threes
3. Great things happen on Days that begin with ‘T’. I was born on a Thursday, December 22, 1977…Rewind 33 years.
2 comments:
It's no Lucky Dog, but it'll do.
That jerk gator burrito sounds like the right choice to make...can't wait to try one out in a few days, thanks for the tip!
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