One is never really alone in the Baja.
You can go hundreds of miles without seeing a soul down in Baja. Not one single pair of eyes, not a single restaurant, nary a gas station. Nothing but barren desert and complete stillness. So, when you're hauling ass down Highway 1 and you happen upon a bright white shack like this one with the word burrito crudely painted in red across the front of it, well, you stop. Cause heaven knows when you might see another living creature, much less a bit of grub, again.
We popped into Burritos Cafe on the way from Loreto to Todos Santos. We'd torn out early, intent on making it back to the Pacific side of the peninsula for a late lunch...but in the meantime, we were starving. And, we'd seen nada for hours and hours. We were the only customers of the morning and the second we stepped out of our dusty, road-ragged car, we were bombarded by a small, frantic-with-happiness puppy. He attacked my flip flop with a fury, intent on calling my Haviana his breakfast, lunch and dinner.
As we shuffled up to the front counter in the blistering heat, we had nothing but heuvos on the mind. Not sure if they only served burritos, we inquired is easy Spanish about eggs, beans and tortillas. If you know those 3 words in Spanish, you will never go hungry. The wee lady operating the stand spoke not a lick of English but of course managed to plop out the VERY BEST huevos, frijoles and hand-slapped tortillas within moments. They fry their eggs up in veg oil, not butter, and I'd have to say that they, along with the slightly smashed whole beans were truly divine. Usually I just have a lone tortilla, but she kept peeping out from behind the tin wall and flipping us a few more, hot off the grill. Ten tortillas & two gnawed up toes later, we were back on the road to Todos Santos.
Oddly enough, while sitting there, enjoying the shade and the perfect food, no less than five cars pulled up - simply for a steaming cup of coffee, a somehow freezing cold water, a bit of small talk or a quick to go sack of food before hopping back in their trucks and heading on. Just a bustling little metropolis that Burritos Cafe. I coulda sat all day and watched the minutes unfold.