Day 72: Love and Annas

We drive to Boston for Burritos.  This is true. We don't go to visit friends or shop or walk around the intelligent city feeling sophisticated. But every few months, one of us craves the "Mexican street food" that is Annas Taquerias and off we go.  An entire day in the car, and it's worth every bite.  You wouldn't think so to see it.  Annas- in Brookline, is a hole in the wall.  A smallish shop where they'd just assume you take your burrito find somewhere else to eat it.  There's cured pork (is that pork... or chicken...?)  hanging on the wall and the smell of freshly fried tortilla chips and shredded chicken bubbles in the air.  I love Annas.  Once, my burrito fell halfway into the garbage bin.  The cook glanced up at me and I just shrugged whatever and ate it anyway.  Because Annas is unlike any other taco joint you've walked into.  I'm not sure exactly what it is, maybe the combination of cilantro and spiced meats.  Or maybe it's the way they grill the tortillas until they are warm and soft and stretchy. The workers chatter in Spanish to each other and the only acknowledgement the customer will get is words like "Next!" and long spoons that point to different meat and bean options. 

It's just over ninety nine miles from our driveway to Beacon St, with two hundred Mexican Restaurants in between.  But we love Annas and so we keep on driving.   Because when you find something incredible, whether it's a person or a burrito, you hold onto it.  You clutch it and declare that this is the best you've ever had, the best there is.  When there's love, distance and miles don't matter.  I hope you have that kind of love in your life, even if it's in the form of a burrito.  And if you're ever in Boston, go find Annas.  Order a chicken quesadilla with everything they can fit in it, grab a fork and knife and multiple napkins.  And love will certainly find you.