Sunday, January 17, 2010

Another Self-Indulgent Food Post

It’s always something of a gamble, telling your friends about your favorite eating establishment. For most people, part of what it so delicious is the nostaliga that is so intricately woven into the flavors of the food that you begin to lose the ability to describe what exactly it is that makes you love it so much. I always feel this way describing Pontillo’s, my hometown’s local pizza place, because I know that it's magic is one part grease puddles on curled up pepperoni’s and one part memories of ordering pizza at everything from slumber parties to after-prom parties.

When we first met our friends Zac and Jamie, they would tell us about this place they loved to eat in Utah called “Cafe Rio.” To me, it didn’t sound like that big a deal. How much different could it be then Q’doba or Moe’s, or any of the other countless Mexican restaurants that we have in Winston? I mean, c’mon. It’s a burrito, not your first love.

When we first flew out to Utah in 2008 with Zac and Jamie, Cafe Rio was on the to do list.

When we flew out to Utah this week with Zac and Jamie, I made it abundantly clear that I wanted to visit Cafe Rio, not once but twice. They happily obliged, grinning ear to ear, knowing that Rio had another victim, hook, line and sinker.

Guys, I’m sorry for any shred of disbelief I ever held about its deliciousness and I’ll be taking a vat of this creamy tomatillo sauce home in my carry-on now, thanks.

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How can a salad be so very magical?

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Don’t mess with this guy. That’s an empty burrito tin there.

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Que Deliciosa.


Kathryn said...

You can make it when you're home back east, too! I have a decent recipe (& I think the tomatillo sauce is spot on).

Meg said...

Can't wait to try it! I'll have to practice it and have Zac & J over to test run it. Thanks!