It’s a lazy Sunday, the sun is peeking out behind the clouds like a suspect man’s junk out of his oversized trench, and you feel like feastin’.
At a time like this there is only one place ya’ll wanna be… THE BEACH! Beach Burrito to be more precise and man-oh-man they have everything one requires to kill a Mexican hankering of the highest degree.
They’ve got nachos, burritos, fajitas, quesadillas, enchiladas, chimichanga’s and many other seductive items ending in ‘S’. I haven’t a clue what a chimichanga is (No, it appears not to be a style of dance mentioned in Dirty Dancing as I originally thought) but it sounds like a fried-up fantasy all the same.
A Mexican beach hut is the vibe this place conjures, picture Corona buckets and Mexican hot sauce as far as the eye can see. Plus, there is plenty of large windows and sliding doors to make the place really bask in the sun and fresh sea air.
The food is solid and the service was pretty on par although I was not so impressed with the wait for food. At one point I wondered if I should pop out and have my eggs frozen just in case I was no longer child bearing age by the time I finished my pork quesadilla. I kid, I kid, but 45 minute is an excessive wait for essentially a completely pre-prepared meal. AMIRITE?
Would I go back? Yes I would. Am I running? It takes a lot to get this girl into a jog and I wouldn’t say it quite makes the cut.
Has anyone else been to Beach Burrito? I’d love some Mexican food recommendations.
Until next time… That’s what she said.