Andrew P.
Yelp
It was the 9th day of the 6th month in the year 2021. Two soon to be newly weds were on their way to get their marriage license. But before paperwork, coffee and breakfast were a must. The bride to be insisted we go to Muchacho 's. Being the ignorant small town Michigander, I blindly followed, unaware of my morning fate. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and no mediocre coffee or breakfast should ever enter my bowels. In short, bad breakfast = a bad day.
As we walked up to the restaurant at 7:25, we realized in horror that it was not open yet. Between the stress of wedding planning and just life, this horrible news broke us to our core. The bride to be threw her arms in the air with an exasperating wail of defeat. As we walked away, the owner opened the door with a heartwarming smile and said, "Coffee?" We didn't know at the time but the owners were sitting there watching the the whole thing unfold. Out of the purest empathy, they let us in. If the kindness of their hearts was the appetizer, their hospitality was the soul's main course. They shared their story, a cinematic roller coaster filled with love, sorrow, epic victories, defeats, and overcoming adversity. They certainly used adversity as a stone to sharpen their sword as they fought their way to the promise land!
Once our souls were filled with love and laughter, our stomachs growl echoed throughout its empty chambers. The coffee was delectable. The first sip seemed to melt away my drowsiness and like a sunrise, life was reborn in me once again. As I sat there with my fiancé, full of adoration and thankfulness, I thought to myself, this morning cannot possibly get any better. Suddenly! I realized that I hadn't even touched my breakfast tacos!
As I opened the pure and spotless container, a vessel poised to harbor such elegance, my eyes widened and my mouth salivated at the sight of these two, elegant, gleaming, made to perfection chicken breakfast tacos. As I took my first bite, fireworks erupted, and I could hear the faint sound of a mariachi band playing inside my mouth as my tastebuds partied to all the wonderful flavors. I was lost in a trance, and I was only hurled back into reality when I looked up and realized that I had eaten my two tacos before my date could even take a bite. I would have apologized but food this good does not deserve an apology, it was borderline offensive to even think of such a thing!
In summary, this future household of ours will mark June 9th as "Muchachos Day." A day that symbolizes love, laughter, overcoming adversity, and a reminder that blood is thicker than water and empathy is like that perfect cup of joe.