An open letter to the people of Baja Fresh
Dear sir or ma'am,
Thank you so much for everything you do towards making the Baja Fresh experience memorable. I was in your establishment earlier today, getting lunch to go for my pregnant wife and I. Due to her bizarre pregnancy cravings, her usual order has been a plain burrito with only chicken, lettuce, cheese, and sour cream. Being a Mexican food connoisseur, I would never eat such an abomination under normal circumstances. But that's where you guys came in.
When I placed our order earlier today, I assumed that my Baja Burrito and my wife's specialty burrito would have some kind of distinguishable markings on their paper wrappers. Most comparable restaurants utilize stickers or some kind of specific writing to differentiate their food. But not you guys. No sir, a meal at Baja Fresh is more than just reasonably priced Mexican food; it's an exciting guessing game as well. Imagine my surprise when I got home and realized that our two very different burritos were totally indistinguishable.
Today, we didn't just get a meal, we got a meal and a game... a game we lost.
Thank you so much for that mouthful of sour cream and lettuce that took me by surprise earlier today. I may go through life with the intention of never eating such a thing, but luckily you and the other good people of Baja Fresh knew what was better for me. You guys found a way to make me step outside my comfort zone and partake of some truly awful food.
As bad as that burrito was, I'm sure glad I tried it instead of the one that was actually intended for me. It's funny, I specifically remember that after I placed my order, the cashier repeated it back to me correctly before relaying it to the cook in the back. Somehow, I suppose the fry cook heard the cashier incorrectly, or perhaps something was lost in the translation. Either way, you should have been there to see the look on my wife's face when she took her first bite of what was supposed to be my burrito. Truth be told, even I would have been surprised by it, considering I ordered a Baja Burrito with steak and pinto beans. Now, had I ordered the "Diablo Shrimp Burrito" with black beans and cat meat.... then there would have been no surprise at all.
You know, it's been months since my wife suffered through the morning sickness phase of her pregnancy. Some might consider it the most unpleasant result of being pregnant, and some women experience it the entire nine months. Frankly, my wife has had it too good for too long. Thank you for knocking her back down a peg and allowing her to violently summon up that.... nostalgic reminder of new life.... all over the rug. I never liked that rug anyway.
P.S. You have made a powerful enemy today, Baja Fresh.