My streak is over. After five straight non-breakfast meals went Mexican, I flew out to a BLT for dinner.
This gargantuan streak was not my intention, it started innocently enough as the pursuit of a long-held craving for the oh-so-good Pollo Tropical, a south Florida franchise specializing in flame-grilled chicken. On Tuesday I found a similar franchise, El Pollo Loco, hatched in Mexico many moons ago. It left me asking, Where you been all my life, you crazy chicken? The chicken was so tender, the seasoning so zesty--it was a lunching nirvana.
Then, in the interest of time, I took the family out that night for cheap eats at Taco Bell. Wednesday, someone served me fajitas for lunch (mmmm) and then our standing reservation that night for church supper was, you guessed it, food of the Mexican persuasion. Four times feted with beans, rice, and flour tortillas I imagined my streak was over... until a friend I met for lunch on Thursday decided my descriptions of El Polllo Loco too tempting to resist.
Now the streak is over... or is it? From my count, I've had one consecutive meal with bacon on my plate.
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