As a matter of fact, one of our first dates was my introductory trip to a burrito truck. I still remember sitting on the railroad tracks biting into a burrito the diameter of a wine bottle thinking, this is not the most romantic date, but Hot Damn! this is good.
And herein lies the wonderment that is my husband. He will have you thinking—no convinced—that he has no idea what he’s talking about, to the point where you are saying to yourself, what have we gotten ourselves into, only to take you to the most brilliant place for a meal he knew you would love before you even knew it existed.
Even after 10 years I am constantly surprised, so this mi amor, is my Valentine to you. It may not be a box of chocolates, but you’d rather have a bowl of Pho anyway.