#mission-style-burrito

#mission-style-burrito

It's a sunny Tuesday afternoon in May, and it could not be nicer in Santa Cruz: 73 degrees without a cloud in the sky. A gentle breeze rustles the city's palm trees. Teenagers yelp as they chug along the pavement on trick bikes, and parents lazily wander back from the beach, their sunburnt toddlers already sound asleep in their strollers. There's nothing I'd love more than to read my book by the ocean, but my growling stomach leads me through the robin's-egg blue doors of a building in the shadow of the boardwalk.