The Taco Realization
Today, sitting in fourth period, it occurred to me that I am moving to a place that does not have breakfast tacos. I realize this is true for most of the cities in America, but having spent the past twelve years of my life living in San Antonio I don’t remember what this feels like. I have become so attached to breakfast tacos that on more than one occasion I’ve given up breakfast tacos for Lent.
The picture at left shows some quintessential San Antonio breakfast tacos served up at Ruthie’s on West Avenue. This is just one of many local taco spots where one can enjoy what to my mind is the perfect breakfast food. On my five minute drive to school each day I pass six taco shops, all of which are good and two of which are exceptional. Less than a mile from my house are three of the most famous taco shops in town, one of which was voted Best Breakfast Taco in America by the Travel Channel.
I don’t know how I’m going to replace this breakfast taco habit. I’m pretty sure I’ll get fired if I start having Bourbon for breakfast instead. I suppose I’ll have to burn that bridge when I get to it.