A friend of mine was in town from Superior, Wisconsin this weekend, so I dragged him to the May Day Cafe to try their breakfast burrito. I found out about this particular breakfast burrito based on a Google search for “minneapolis breakfast burrito” so I figured it was worth checking out.
The quicky explanation: this breakfast burrito sucks.
Breaking it down: The only thing going for this breakfast burrito is the price. At $4.95, how can you go wrong? Well, let me explain the ways:
1. The salsa is about as spicy as ketchup. Imagine something half as spicy as Pace Mild Salsa, then cut that in half. I know we’re in Minnesota, but seriously, this is ridiculous.
2. The burrito contents were basically potatoes, onions, and cumin.
3. The potatoes were cold. They had been cooked, so they weren’t like raw-hard but they were NOT warm. Seemed like they were a day old.
4. The chips served with the burrito were nothing to write home about. Nothing special. Crispy, thick, probably store bought.
Here’s where I really had a problem with this breakfast burrito: NO EGGS! Seriously, if you order a breakfast burrito wouldn’t you expect it to contain eggs?
Put this all together with looking at a bearded woman while trying to eat it, and I can assure you I won’t be back anytime soon.
For those who’ve been to the May Day, please please please let me know what I should order next time I go.
Gen X’er: “Yo, the packaging sucks.”
Capri Sun Lifer: “You don’t like Capri Sun?”
Gen X’er: “No, I love the juice, but the packaging sucks. I can’t get that damn straw to puncture the package, and if I get one with a dull straw, I’m totally screwed.”
Just take a look at this poor kid. It looks like his father is trying to help him get a taste of Capri Sun goodness, but the kid doesn’t know how to use a straw yet. Notice how the person holding the Capri Sun package is squeezing the package. That’s just asking for trouble because it will leak out around the straw causing a sticky mess.
Who knew that Eagan had Internet access, eh? It turns out that I’m huge there, according to a recent comment:
“You are indeed huge in South Minneapolis. However, you are just as huge in Eagan. At least in my mind.”
It’s great to hear that the Internet works south of the Minnesota River. Keep on truckin’.
I went to a Malaysian restaurant called Banana Leaf for dinner tonight in Milpitas, CA, based on a recommendation from a new friend, Anand Iyer. Great eats. Thanks, Anand. This is a place I never would have picked without a recommendation since it’s stuck in the middle of chain store hell next to Applebee’s and every other chain you find in every suburb in America.
I went with the Rendang Beef based on our waitress’ recommendation with a side of coconut milk rice. I believe this is the second time I’ve had coconut milk with the first time being paired with shrimp tempura in Belize at the Banyan Bay Resort. Basically, if you haven’t tried coconut rice, find a way to make it happen.
I bought a can of Mendota Sparking Water when I got to work today to wet my whistle (I’m off soda through Christmas). However, the can was warm. How disappointing! I figure the Coke machine must have just been refilled before I purchased it.
In other news, before leaving work last night I purchased a can of Mendota Sparking Water from the Coke machine. I remember buying it, but don’t remember drinking it.
We had less trick-or-treaters than expected this year, and I think I know at least one reason why: our doorbell’s battery is dead . . . I think. At least, it doesn’t work when we press it, as we found out when some friends stopped by, used the doorbell, then waited and waited before switching to knocking.
They thought our doorbell issue may be causing us to inadvertently snub the youth of America on their sugar quests. I removed the ringer from the front of the house, forcing future trick-or-treaters to knock for their sugar.
So what happens? The doorbell rings 5 minutes later! With no ringer! What’s up with that? did a ghost ring it?
Time for a new doorbell.
Carly and I drove to Mora, Minneaota this morning so Carly could run the Mora 1/2 Marathon as part of her Twin Cities Marathon training. Around Forest Lake, the low fuel light came on, but we were running a bit late after a slow start to the day, so we pushed on. There was a gas station at the Hwy 70 exit from I-35 we had to take (British Polluters), but with less than 30 to race start, we pushed on. By the time we turned North on Hwy 65 for the last few miles to Mora the needle was below empty. A gas station sat on the edge of town, but Carly made me keep friving so she would?lt miss her start. I reminded her that her bike was in the car, should we run out of gas. Luckily, we made it, but not without some stress. I put 15.8 gallons in the 16 gallon tank. In the past, I’ve joked with Carly about being low on fuel, saying that we have enpugh gas to get to Hinckley when the gas light comes in. Well, it turns out that’s true.
I just watched Chemlawn dump a bunch of chemicals on my neighbor’s lawn. How long will it be before they let their one-year-old crawl all over their newly chemicalized lawn?
Developing . . .
Here’s my take on Britney Spears getting pregnant again:
Providing a fertile landscape for Kevin Federline does not seem like a smart move. Once is bad enough. I hope this isn’t some kind of “save the marriage” by having another kid trick.
Firing the Nanny: Britney made a smart move firing the nanny who dropped her son Sean on his head, creacking his skull. That gains her some parenting cred, although taking a week or so to take the child to the doctor was about as irresponsible as it comes.
I wrote this for an Al Franken loving friend who couldn’t make it to the movie last Thursday, but thought I’d repost it here:
First, get yourself to his movie, “When God Spoke.” It’s playing at the TC Film Fest, but doesn’t have a national deal yet. At least, that’s what Al told me at Sea Salt.
Al spoke after the movie at the Riverview, then there was a “Gala” at Sea Salt. I was ordering a Grain Belt Premo at the bar when Al plopped down right next to me. He was pretty tired after a long day, and apparently a long day the day before at St. John’s. I had a platter of Oysters in front of me that he was eying, so I hooked him up.
I tried to figure out what to ask the guy given such a unique opportunity. At first, I drew a blank, then came up with something like, “Have you thought about how you could be an influential senator if elected?” to which he responded, “I hear it helps to be in the majority.” I asked him if Walter Mondale gave him that advice (Mondale was in the movie giving him advice) which got a chuckle out of him. I was pretty proud to make a hardened commedian like Franken laugh.
My friend Jeff told Franken that his mom thinks I look like him (Franken). He studied me for a bit, then said he sees some similarities.
He confirmed that he does live in Grant Park, and said he likes it there.
And the whole time, he was POUNDING through oysters. My friend Jeff had the quote of the night with, “The man likes his oysters.”
He was very nice to everyone. Especially to the people working at Sea Salt. Meeting him and seeing him interact with the public made me like the guy even more.