Man, what a weird start to the day.
Fig. 1: The Baja Fresh burrito, apparently my spirit animal.
When Belinda alerted me about this random free burrito promotion on Facebook, I realized… I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.
Yes, last night I had a dream. I haven’t eaten at the Baj* in years, not since being converted to the SoCal combo of Chipotle and Actual Mexican Food. But in my dream, I was eating a chicken and rice burrito, and it was all too familiar.
My dream-logic thought process:
BRAIN: I think this burrito is from Baja Fresh. How did I get here?
BRAIN: Man, this burrito isn’t that bad. I can really taste the guacamole. It tastes like Green.
BRAIN: Damn, this burrito is taking forever to eat.
It was at that point that I realized the burrito was regenerating at the back while I ate the front. I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book of burrito tricks. Yet, like Sisyphus, I persevered, chowing down on this ever-expanding tortilla. And, like my fan-fic version of Sisyphus, I ultimately triumphed. I was just finishing the last bite of the beast, just savoring that last taste of Green… and then, as I do on so many mornings, I woke up. Sweating, jaw aching, no memory of my conquest.
This trivial, forgotten dream came rushing back to me when I saw that Baja Fresh coupon. I thought maybe it was destiny. Then I read the fine print.
“Not valid in… USC… LAX… and New York”
What does it mean? I may never know. But it’s time for lunch, and I’m making myself a sandwich.
*Super-popular nickname for Baja Fresh.
Dude, baja fresh is awesome. the least chainy of the mexican chains.
It’s here!!! It’s on Lex in the 50s I think! Looks like we can’t use the coupon… but who cares! We can finally go!
WHAT?!?!?
BAJA FRESH IS HERE!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I’ve literally spent every single night of the past ten years praying for Baja Fresh to come to New York.
A pilgrimage is most definitely in order. Oh sweet delicious Baja, fire of my loins…