It's good. And it will restore your faith in the goodness of life, too.
Tam and I had a late lunch at Chipotle yesterday. It's a chain fast-food place and for me, the visit was a three-in-one special: first, last and never again. Taco wasn't anything to write home about, the "medium" sauce was all heat and no flavor, and I ended up with a painful, upset stomach. It's like a bad copy of Qdoba by someone who has never had decent Mexican food -- or even a good norteamericano fake.
So a decent breakfast this morning, 16 hours later, is a relief. ...Y'know, I hate to sound like one of those small-is-beautiful types, but we really did lose something when franchises drove most of the little "greasy spoon" places out of existence. Sure, some of them were dreadful and over half were merely average; but if you didn't like one, there was usually another one to try a few blocks away, with as many different possibilities as there were owners and cooks. Now, "average" is about as much as you can hope for, and some chains are simply hopeless.
I'm happier with my own cooking and if I'm too sleepy or too busy or too lazy to cook, I'll stick with the independents.
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