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| Swift's Jack's Burrito | | Date Created: Sep 23, 2005, 10:28 PM |
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Chef Mike just broke all the rules, bypassed his own waitress and asked me by name if I wanted Jack's again. In retrospect, things have gotten mighty cozy around here since I blew my Swift's cover. I said "Yes" not thinking about it. Catching me completely off guard, it arrived in less than a minute, a world record. The resulting image (above) doesn't quite capture the incredible heat radiating off that plate.
Long ago Theresa educated me about Swift's verbal menu. I don't know why these comfort-food items are named after men. They are available to customers in the oral tradition only. I've been meaning to write about Jack's Burrito for years, but until today my hand has always found a fork before a camera. I haven't had the heart to stop eating long enough to snap a half-eaten Jack's.
I've never met Jack, but I wouldn't be surprised if I've seen his face among the old men that frequent Swift's Steakhouse. He's probably dead now. Deserving of his macho moniker is a truly obscene breakfast smothered with cheddar cheese and pork green chili (shown). There's enough pork in Swift's green for a meal by itself. Jack's Burrito ups the protein another notch with fried eggs, chopped bacon, ham and the new sausage. Also wrapped inside is hash browned potatoes and more pork green chili. Not shown: Coffee, large OJ, water. |
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