It's a small thing, Burrito Night. It's not a birthday, or anniversary, or Arbor Day. But it comes along much more often, which makes it easier to remember.
When we lived in San Diego, Wednesday nights, nearly year-round, would usually find us either standing at the counter or sitting in a drive-through line at one of several Mexican taco shops located conveniently on our way to church for choir practice. Burritos were so easy to grab and eat on the way or when we got there. Mine was usually the veggie or the fish; Tom generally preferred the carnitas or carne asada. Every week. You can't throw a rock and not hit a taco shop in San Diego. Up here, not so much.
But, from our first week in Grass Valley, most of our Wednesday evenings have found us trying to decide among the three or four locations where we can get burritos to eat. Actually, once we get to one of these places, we give ourselves the option to order something, um, else. It turns out that, while there are many things Grass Valley and Nevada City do well (trees, for example), burritos isn't always one of them. Seems hard to believe, but it's true. These burritos are, without a doubt, a bit healthier. At Uptown Burrito, you can choose between about 26 types of tortilla (well, six). Including whole wheat, of course. At Tortilla Grill (both locations), there might be zucchini, or some such, lurking inside. We've given Paco's Tacos a few chances, but, come away unimpressed. Jimboy's comes a little closer to greasy goodness. A-a-and, that's about it. Unless you go into a Sit-Down-And-Get-Waited-On sort of place. Even then...
But, we still do it, after nearly a whole year (!). It's a nice way to break up the week. And we like commemorating all those years of choir practice/burrito grab 'n' go. Tonight, it's probably Jimboy's turn. But, you should know that if we're ever near a Rubio's or La Posta, don't be standing in the way...
