It's morning and my head is pounding. My post hangover pain feels as if a fat chick in iron trousers is butt dropping on my face. As I sit at my desk, the 10 hours ahead seem like walking up the endless stairwell in Mario 64. Ugh, the joyless mind numbing environment of corporate America... Who knew my cure would lie in the tortilla swaddling of eggs, avocado, potatos and pork?
What an amazing find. I'm convinced this burrito has medicinal properties. It cures hunger, insatiable desires, is anti-inflammatory, and aids in depressive hangover episodes...I could go on and on.. Don't believe me? Just wait ten years for the study abstracts to support my claim.
In conclusion, my diamond studded chalice is raised above my head, my chin goes down in a bow to the discovery of a lifetime-- the best damned breakfast burrito...ever.