-Cycle 3, Item 98-
12 (Thu) April 2012
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from Fog City International Cafe
Among the burritos from Fog City International Cafe (see generally 3.015 Clam Chowder in a Sourdough Bowl), I've concluded the beef to be the best of the bunch. While I found their chicken and vegetarian burritos both to be "immaculately constructed, fundamentally sound, pleasingly simple" but a "bit boring" without additional toppings (see 3.036 Chicken Burrito with Pico de Gallo Salsa Fresca), the beef version featured the same high quality plus a stronger flavor profile, perhaps owing to the inherently assertive character of beef, thus making it much more satisfying as is. Of course, a healthy dollop of Fog City's excellent spicy salsa de gallo fresco with each bite didn't hurt. Another difference, maybe a new feature (?), was the inclusion of kidney beans in the mix (as seen in the photo, the cut happened to catch a prominent cross-section of a kidney bean), which added a pleasant bite to the typical mushiness of standard refried beans. If I have to keep any frozen burritos on hand, this would be the one.
4 beef + 6 breakfast burritos, 1 chili with beans, 2 spicy salsa de gallo fresca, 1 bean dip
Because nobody would be home at the time of delivery, the arrangement had been to leave the stuff with the security guard, simple enough. In addition to the burritos and other goodies from the restaurant, the owner of Fog City had acquired a whole frozen turkey for me, so he came to deliver it all in person. Our nanny, instructed to get the stuff on her way home from the hospital, called me later in the afternoon to say that the security guard was claiming it be his and refusing to give it up. In fact, his wife had supposedly come by to take it away, so it wasn't even there. According to him, who was the guard manning the entrance to the complex, not the guard posted in front of our building, an American man had dropped off a box, pointed to the address label reading "106-701," and said, "seonmul" (선물) (gift). In other words, he would have us believe that some random white guy had showed up out of the blue to bestow upon him a bounty of turkey and burritos and salsa and chili and bean dip at the behest of the unknown yet magnificently generous residents of unit 106-701. WTF?!?! By the time that our nanny had returned to the guard station, the stuff was back. When I got the guard on the phone, he asked me, "Are you sure that it's yours? The guy said that it was a gift for me." I replied, "Am I sure that I didn't get an American to send you, a guard whom I've never met, a gift of turkey and burritos and salsa and chili and bean dip? Yes, I'm sure."