We in the ivory towers of launchday headquarters inc recognize there is pain and suffering in the world. And that’s fine. We’re (third person plural) not trying to minimize that. But allow us (third person plural) to counter with the notion that what better way to aleve pain and suffering than with a high quality breakfast burrito. So say hello to our newest segment, “Fight Pain and Suffering: Rate That Burrito”.
Every since my usual breakfast burrito place got shut down, i can only assume for health code violations, i’ve been as one wandering through the night, looking for someone to hold onto. a fine breakfast burrito place is a proper partner, it’s like having a good attorney, or CPA, or hedge fund manager. And they’re tough to find.
I’ve wandered through a few places over the last few months, all of them specializing in combining “meh” with big prices. More disappointing than satisfying.
Then yesterday as I was driving around aimlessly as one wondering through the night, looking for someone to hold onto, I noticed a sign. And a beacon of light from the heavens illuminating that sign. And I swear I heard chorale angels singing Handel. And this sign was – not coincidentally – directly across the street from Handel’s ice cream in my fair local district of southern california, in the rock quarry slums known as “upland.”
So let’s cut to the chase. This sign was advertising a 3.99 breakfast burrito. Afficianodos take note. So this morning I went a couple extra exits past my usual offramp so I could cruise through this place, and allow me to say – that was a quality move.
For sheer food tonnage, it would be tough to beat Connal’s breakfast burrito. I went with the “bacon” variety. It’s the kind of thing you can do arm curls with. Legitimate hashbrowns crammed in. I didn’t count the eggs but it couldn’t have been fewer than 64. And cheese. And bacon. All wrapped up in one of those monster tortillas that normal people can never find in their lame little stores. Folded masterfully by masters of burrito folding masters. All for the princely sum, after tax, of $4.31. 4.31 cents, people. You can’t even get a cup of coffee for that anymore.
Thank you Connal’s. Thank you. We applaud your art, and we reward it with the highest of praise.