It’s called the big omelette burrito with brisket. It’s a big omelet, 3 eggs, cheese, meat of your choice (I go with brisket) pico de gallo, refried beans. It’s amazing. It also serves as my lunch because it’s huge.
Yes it was a good reminder for me. I usually always carry cash for this reason, but I had spent my cash and was lazy about making the time to swing by the bank for more. I did do that later that day and am back to carrying cash on me.
Fridays are my cheat day. All week long I look forward to getting a big ole breakfast burrito at a local restaurant. I pull in that morning and there’s a “cash only” sign. Well I don’t have any cash on me. Ruined my damn morning.
I would agree with you in when they ask where you’re from. Once they start asking where your parents and grandparents are from they’re trying to figure out your race.
I also agree with you as a white guy I don’t usually get extra probing but there are a few, mostly older, that are trying to figure out what specific type of white. It occasionally ends with a comment about how some group isn’t really white even though they have light skin.
The commenter didn’t claim to be from San Fran, he was bitching about being made to move there. So of course he, like me, doesn’t give a shit what folks from San Fran call it.
It’s called the big omelette burrito with brisket. It’s a big omelet, 3 eggs, cheese, meat of your choice (I go with brisket) pico de gallo, refried beans. It’s amazing. It also serves as my lunch because it’s huge.