Monterey Breakfast Burrito Morning

The morning walk to my currently favorite coffee shop was crisp and invigorating, something a walk should be; a walk but not much else. Ok, maybe a Sauvignon Blanc, but now I am digressing.

I always think in these mornings that I will have nothing to write about, but then by the time my seat hits the chair and I raise my cell phone to type, the ideas are plentiful enough to capture my attention and they start to make it past my brain and release themselves on this small virtual keyboard.

Today was an interesting change, the woman at the counter asked me if I really wanted chips with my Monterey Breakfast Burrito. She asked me if I wanted salsa too. This cafe tends to be a pretty “veggie” place, so it is a little bit difficult for me on my low carb/paleo/primal diet to choose something to eat. I suspect my “usual” coffee request gave me away: a 16 oz iced sugar-free caramel breve. I believe the words “sugar-free” and “breve” gives more information to an attentive barista then deep visible grooves in someone’s brow to a tarot card reader. I smiled and said I would skip the chips this morning, but I would like the salsa. The warm inflection in my baristas voice, “you have a really great day” told me she was having a better one herself. Maybe I am becoming a “regular”.  In any case, service this morning was the quickest I will ever expect here. A good morning indeed.

My thoughts as I picked up the warm white plate that held my burrito was of the different varieties of burritos from the glass food display. I have had about three different types of wraps now, and even with such a small number I was learning a trick or two of how to decipher the names. For example. last time I was here I picked up the Steak Breakfast Burrito, based on the name I thought that steak would be a main ingredient. It was tasty, but I leaned that perhaps the word “steak” in the title represented a flavor more than a ingredient. There was much more of everything else in the burrito that morning, I mean other than steak. Potato Breakfast Burrito (with steak),” would have been more accurate. Like I said, it was tasty, but I had learned to be more careful, as much as I like potatoes, they don’t much fit in my diet.

Today’s burrito was much more difficult to discern from the name alone.  “Monterey Breakfast Burrito” sounded interesting, but I had no idea what a “Monterey” tasted like.  The ingredients under the label did help.

Bacon, cheese, avocado, eggs, salsa, and sour cream, I don’t know if that is what a Monterey tastes like, but if it is, it sure tasted good.

Better then the “Potato Breakfast Burrito (with steak)”?  Well, it has been a few days since I had that one, but I would have to say “yes.”

Intermission

It has been a few days after I had written the burrito story above.  I had high hopes and actually an idea of how I could cleverly tie in some kind of sub story in.  I’m sitting on my couch this morning, approximately seven miles or so from where I had that Monterey tasting burrito and all I can remember of the story and that morning was just how yummy the burrito was.

I did have a wonderful day that day.  I suppose that might be the best story of all.