A place called Frida’s

I may have mentioned, I’ve been practicing doing things on my own recently. My purpose is to discover what I would do differently – if anything – when left to my own devices. I’ve been paying attention to the difference between what I actually enjoy doing, vs what I’m doing out of habit.

I don’t remember what made me randomly think this morning of the local breakfast/brunch/lunch cafe called Frida’s. John and I had been there once awhile ago and liked the food. The fresh squeezed orange juice is so authentic it has seeds in it. It’s a small place, with a little outdoor patio that allows dogs. Plus, it’s within walking distance! Why are we not there every weekend?

I was just about to stick it on the list of things for us to do this coming weekend (and was feeling disappointed that today was only Monday) when I thought, why don’t I go myself, now? John’s at work but I could go. I hadn’t had breakfast yet, and Biska and I could use a break from the construction noise. My house is obnoxiously loud with the master bathroom remodel going on (more on that later). I’ll just take Biska and walk down there. 

The food was great and Biska was happy to have the excursion.

Breakfast was orange juice and a chorizo breakfast burrito with a side of pickled vegetables and two homemade sauces. You need to ask for the special hot sauces, otherwise they just serve a basket of bottled hot sauces. The homemade pickles were a pleasant surprise I wasn’t expecting.

It totally worked out fine, although without anyone to talk with, I didn’t end up staying very long. And I felt a little guilty going out to eat while John was at work!

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