Many people will write many things about Santa Fe, but none of them are true. There is no truth in this town, no truth in this world, no truth at all, until you have sampled the finest breakfast burrito known to humankind.
If you happen to find yourself in Santa Fe, I beseech thee to go a bit further and find your way to El Chile Toreado, a small unassuming food cart just off Cordova Road behind the Wild Oats on St. Francis.
I really want to write a clever entry tonight, but I cannot. This breakfast burrito goes above and beyond any description I could conjure. The green salsa tucked inside, the grease that gently drips onto your hands as gorge yourself while sitting on milk crates in a parking lot behind a tire store.
It really is too much to describe with its thick chunks of bacon commingling with billowy eggs and soft potatoes. Wrapped in shiny aluminum foil, it becomes your best friend, your closest confidant, your soulmate, your spouse and eventually leaves you widowed as you wipe the last bits from your mouth with a soiled napkin.
This is a dealbreaker, a lovetaker, a man maker. I can’t say anymore. Go there now, get there before 10:30am and get the bacon one. Or the chorizo one. Or the vegetarian one. Just go now and feel God’s light shine upon you.