September 19, 2007
In this neck of the woods, and among the musical peeps of our acquaintance, a person's favorite burrito is a relationship-defining preference. I have sat through burrito meals at other places, like the place that has deep fried lard points, and the popular place that has peas in their rice and all sorts of citified meat substitutes, but nothing satisfies like The Peak. Nothing.
I went there on a first date with a boy who served me my first heartbreak. Relationship didn't last, but burritos are forever, or 23 years, whichever is longer. After the breakup I'd drive an hour from school just to come to the city, eat my burrito, go to Polly Ann's for an ice cream, and go to the beach.
After I met mrguy, the time came for our first burrito together. I played it cool. "Let's go to %^(* La Cumbre," I said. Big sigh of relief from the driver's side of the 1953 Plymouth Cranbrook. Turns out that there is no other burrito for mrguy. I already knew *he* was the one, but this was just another clue :) Turns out that this was the official burrito of his old band. And it is also the official burrito of his current combo with Mrguy South, who would kindly bring us our burritos across the bay when he'd come this direction. That's friendship.
These days we don't get to The Peak very often, but we had a burrito and electronic music evening a few weeks ago that reminded me why I love it so. Lipstick on burrito.
The vision of happiness.