I found a “burrito” at El Torito in Ikebukuro… but it was not a burrito. It was like a soggy flour tortilla stuffed with only-God-knows-what plus a hint of pepper. Why the shoyu, man? Not cool. Michica found an “enchilada” there also… but … cream sauce will never substitute for cheese… ever. I have to give them a break, though. I’ve had sushi prepared by foreign staff (I’m sure they could have made awesome burritos!) in Santa Barbara… I can’t decide which was worse.
I miss the burrito I could buy out of the back of a truck in El Sorino. That thing would burn (warm your heart) going down, and it would always make you wanna go back for more. One fat burrito wrapped in foil weighing a pound or so for a buck-fifty would always fill you, always warm your heart, and always sport a load of pig-lard cooked beef, the kind Vieja used to make. My mouth waters… Where is my burrito?
It sure as heck ain’t in a 7-11 in Tokyo for ¥230. I tried. Don’t go there. ..Unless you’re into a cheese quesedilla with spicy marinara sauce. I’m screaming inside for a real burrito! Where are you?!!?
Sounds like trying to find real apple cider (and apple cider donuts… Drool…) in hawaii. Sigh.
try Sam’s Club Callie. Saw some there this week. Sorry Scott, gues you’re SOL, but I’ll treat you to one next time your in town!)
I suppose foods are the thing we miss most when living overseas. One trip to Thailand, I missed hot buttered toast. The cardboard Thais sell in packages bears no resemblance to Love’s bread, and toasters were unknown. A trip to Bangladesh had me yearning for pancakes. Or waffles. Or anything resembling a decent breakfast start-off. Naomi Puyu came up with a pancake recipe and treated me to some one noon. That’s all I needed. Had to get my fix and then I was good. You’d think I would miss people the most, but a pancake satisfies the stomach and doesn’t question your motives (or sanity) for living overseas. People can be wonderful. They can also be a pain. Pancakes and hot buttered toast never gave me pain.
Love you. Praying for you.
Elaine
“People can be wonderful. They can also be a pain. Pancakes and hot buttered toast never gave me pain.” So true.
Please pray God sends us some good comfort food.
?Donde esta el burrito del mi hermano? No sabe, los siento!
Where is my brother’s burrito? I don’t know, I’m sorry. I’ve got a bad case of…
Run for the border!!! No, don’t do that…
Vaya con Dios! God be with you!
Man, a good burrito can give you a bad case of…morning regret.
I miss hearing Spanish.
Hola. ADios (to God!)
I actually had a decent taco sold out of the back of a van in Osaka, once. It felt very illicit, though. It was nighttime. Very few people were around. Maybe decent Mexican food in Japan is not legal.
Don’t all good tacos come out the back of a shady van? Wish that van would drive up to Tokyo for a day or two. You’re right, the good stuff may not be legal here.