bonfire

As an optimistically congratulatory (Tom had a good interview) treat, we went out to grab dinner last night—early enough to avoid Friday night crowds. We walked down 12th, by Hungry Tiger, Too, and checked out the menu, but Tom had his heart set on the hellfire burrito at Bonfire so we kept on walkin’. Even at 6:30, the sun was still out and it was warm enough that I had to unzip my layers.

Such a relief to be back in a walking city, and not just because my legs and butt are remembering what they’re supposed to look like. A real city places you in the city. You’re walking, maybe catching a bus or a train for part of your trip, but you’re always there, interacting with your map. You’re not getting on highways and freeways to get from one neighborhood to the next. Wow, digression, anyone?

So here’s the food.


The reason we came here: the hellfire burrito. The sun was setting and it’s crazy dark in here, so I’m amazed the photo came out at all. It’s your basic big-as-a-dinner-plate, gotta-eat-it-with-a-fork-and-knife burrito, but this baby’s got fried tofu, mango, guacamole, tomatoes, beans, cilantro, and “hellfire” sauce.


And this plain Jane went with the Boca burger & fries. I’ll have you know these fries came pre-salt-n-pepper’d. I didn’t mind a tick, but it could be too much for some. There was a footprint of salt and pepper left on the plate after I’d inhaled the fries. The better to drag my tomato slice through when I ate it NOT ON MY BURGER. As if I didn’t have enough food issues, tomato on a BLT? Sure. Tomato on a burger? Gross. I can’t explain it and I’m not going to let that worry me. It’s my food.

While the menu is pretty limited, what they do have is good. And the waiters tend to warm up to you once they run the noodge scan over you. I’ve never been a waitress, but I’m sure I would be the same way. I did think it was pretty funny that we got carded, what with both of us being over 30. The music in here is unreliable to a point it’s amusing. Tom noted that the music being played in the kitchen was better than that being played for the rest of the place.

As a bonus, because we missed the late drinkin’ crowds, I didn’t have to wash cigarette smoke out of my hair when I got home.

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