Gastronomical Revelation

I asked the gas station guy who was filling up my tank (it only held 10 gallons) how the roads to Long Beach were. 

“Terrible,” he said. The 15 miles I had driven that morning took me over an hour. There were no freeways. Many streets were full of potholes. I made a decision, with only about seven miles to Long Beach. I’ll keep driving.

Finally, I had a pleasant experience (and an eye opener.)

I saw a guy on a corner selling food. I stopped to see what he had on a makeshift griddle.

I didn’t recognize them. They were 20 cents each. Tacos and burritos.

“Buddy, try one. If you don’t like them, I’ll give you your money back.”

I hadn’t eaten since I left L.A.

“Good deal,” I said. “I’ll have one of each.”

I couldn’t believe how good it was. It was filled with ground meat that looked like hamburger.

“It’s beef hamburger,” he said when he saw me staring at it. He had only two burritos left on the grill. They were stuffed with chopped vegetables. They looked good. I bought both of them (smart move) and paid him, hopped into my “limousine” and soon was back on the road to Long Beach.

It’s now 90 years later and I have eaten thousands of tacos and burritos. I still love them….

(April 9, 2021)

Author: Morrie Markoff

Centenarian (born in 1914) who lives in Los Angeles, and is also a metal sculpture artist and the Author of "Keep Breathing," available on and other book seller sites.