Jamr

We’ve got a surprisingly high number of restaurants here in Teton Valley, considering our population. It’s also a very fluid market and a bunch have come and gone and a few have jumped the shark for me and I just won’t go back.

Yesterday our new Mexican restaurant Agave jumped before I even tasted the food. I had high hopes for this place, it looked trendy and different, and just before they opened at eleven I gave them a call. A girl answered and I ordered a pork burrito to go and said I would be there precisely at 11:45 to pick it up (I was on a tight schedule).

I called back at 11:44 and asked her to have it cut in half since I was splitting it with Steph. When I walked through the door it was obvious that she had forgotten my request and was scrambling to get the order in. As I stood around the counter for another 15 minutes I was getting steamed. I thought that this better be a mighty fine burrito or I’m done here. Not a good way to treat a brand new customer in a small town.

It turned out to be a sloppy wet mess covered in sauce and liquid cheese. I was hoping for a mission style, the kind you hold in both hands. My buddy Skoge introduced me to the real thing in San Francisco’s Mission District back in the seventies and I’ve had a few good ones since. Not here, this joint is a JAMR (Just Another Mexican Restaurant)!