on a mission

I'm so boring this week. I want to fall asleep just thinking about myself. I've worn a groove into the few places I know around here, but today I checked out a new eating spot. It's the endless pursuit of tasty food that'll keep me learning the city.

Somewhere I'd heard someone say that Mission Burrito was the place she missed the most after having left Houston. Just driving by made me want to eat there, and I didn't remember that I'd heard this until I bit into a chicken taco dressed in a crispy corn shell. Oh, man.

This, um, was it.

I meant to take a bite, then take a picture, but before I knew it I'd chowed the whole thing.

Everything is fresh and made on site by magic hands. Doesn't the guacamole look yummy? See how thick the chips are?

I was there after the lunch crowd, and nearly had the patio to myself. The weather was warm (not hot), the lemonade, made with good old-fashioned lemons, was sweet and cold, the staff was fun and friendly. I'm going back tomorrow.