You immediately take a bite.
Breakfast burritos might just be the best burritos, and Mugs Cafe has one of the best in the area.Their chorizo-stuffed burrito, served naked on a plate, doesn't pull any silly punches: It's just high quality housemade chorizo, eggs, and pepper jack cheese rolled with onions and cilantro in a tortilla.
And it's a thing of beauty.Wash it down with their Eiskaffee, a cold brew and vanilla ice cream float.Burritos aside, do try their biscuits and gravy topped with the tenderest of omelets, a dish for which they're well known.. California: Al & Bea’s, Los Angeles.
Despite the merits of the massive and rice-filled Mission burrito, named for the San Francisco neighborhood where it was popularized in the 1960s, we have to go with a Los Angeles spot for the California pick.No other city has been such a historical stronghold of Mexican-American cuisine, with the possible exception of San Antonio—which is often credited with the invention of nachos, tortilla chips, and Fritos.
Although there are some who assert that tortilla chips were invented in Los Angeles.
Regardless of your opinion, it's in this city that Al & Bea's has been alive and kicking for half a century.I'd flown there on a hunch: that the sambal oelek I'd been eating for years—the delectable chile paste from Huy Fong Foods, maker of sriracha—was not the be-all and end-all of sambal.
The term sambal, I knew, referred to the spicy condiments found across Indonesia (and Malaysia and Singapore), and because Indonesia is made up of 17,508 islands with individual culinary traditions, I hoped to encounter and begin to understand an untold diversity of fiery riches.Over the course of two weeks, I'd bounce from the capital, Jakarta, on the island of Java, to paradisiacal Bali, to the tip of Sulawesi, to the hills and forests of North Sumatra, tasting every sambal I could dip a spoon into.
Along the way, perhaps I would start to understand what sambal meant to the 271 million people in this enormous, mostly Muslim nation..I started to get a sense on a stroll through a quiet corner of otherwise frenetic Jakarta, when I glanced inside a tiny storefront and saw sambal being, well, "oeleked"—that is, pounded.
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