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| - So this morning, I was craving a breakfast burrito. Not the kind that you get for 99 cents in a drive through. A real man's breakfast burrito packed with enough meat and potatoes and eggs to help me survive for three days without eating anything else. Fausto's is one of the best breakfast burritos in town.
For some reason, Roberto's has never made a breakfast burrito worth my time. Their potatoes and onions are consistently undercooked. Sometimes, the cheese might be melted. But Faustos knows how to cook up a decent burrito every time.
So... You know that moment when you walk in the door ready for the glory of your favorite plate on the menu. You have butterflies of excitement and you can almost taste the marriage of bacon and potatoes and cheese and salsa verde dripping from an enormous tortilla shell. And then..... Everything is derailed by a hunch to get something new. In this case... Chilaquiles.
I had a chilaquiles in San Francisco at the farmers market at Embarcadeiro that was insanely delicious. Crispy and fresh Tortilla chips, spicy green chili salsa, and a liberal toss of Cotija. Fausto's delivered a soggy wreck of limp chips smothered with a run of the mill green sauce. Doused with sour cream. I'm a little tired of Mexican restaurants obliging the American pallet with sour cream. It's alright but with a heavy hand, it can ruin a dish. This chilaquiles was not very good.
So as I sit here lamenting my choice, I am hearing the sounds of intelligent people roll in and order breakfast burros one after another. And their Friday is going to be great. So far, my day feels pretty ordinary. But next time I will use my brain and get what I came here for and leave a happy happy man.
Since this place is seeming a one trick pony to me, I'm rating Fausto's 3 stars. With Los Tacos, Taco y Taco and Tacos el Gordo, I don't need to worry about finding a good lunch spot for Mexican. But I'll keep Fausto's in the Rolodex for the occasional breakfast burrito. But chilaquiles... Never more.
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