On Sunday, I've been going to the monster Whole Foods downtown to read the paper and have something eat. I enjoy it because there are a myriad of choices--almost too many. Some days I have a fruit smoothie and coffee and other days I choose a pastry form the case. Their donuts are strangely delicious: about an inch and a half thick with a texture somewhere between a cake donut and a convential glazed. Regardless, I always find something to suit my mood.
Today I decided to hit the breakfast taco stand, imagining what Whole Food, purveyor of all things fresh and amazing, might do with this wonderful and ubiquitous Austin breakfast staple. To begin, the taco maker was not exactly pleasant, but it was early on Sunday morning so who can really fault that? I ordered a potato, egg and cheese with some salsa and he quickly assembled my taco in a very determined method which involved wrapping the paper tightly around the taco and a sticker to keep it closed. I made my way to a table, opened the newspaper and unwrapped my taco.
First bite? Um, not the best tortilla in the world.
Second bite? Not even close to warm. Cold eggs and cold potatoes.
Third bite? Salty, salty potatoes that overpowered everything else.
Fourth bite? Tomato-heavy salsa without much kick or flavor. Pace would have been better.
End result: worst breakfast taco in Austin. Shame on you, Whole Foods. Shaaaame.
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