Special: Eggs and Chorizo

It is breakfast time and walking into the restaurant, the first smell that impacts you is the smell of all the food that is cooked. The first thing that comes to my mind is man I hope I don't smell like food when I get out of here! You’re eyes are immediately drawn to the colorful chairs with many authentic Mexican figures on them, such as las catrinas, mariachis and others. I sit in one of the corners so I can have a better view of everyone that is there. The waitress comes up to me and asks me what I would like to drink so I quickly order an orange juice.

My eyes are first drawn to a group of five people sitting in uniform. One of them is playing a video game on his phone while the other ones are chatting away. The waitress comes back with my orange juice and asks if I am reading to order, not having even looked at the menu yet I told her I needed more time.

Sitting close by is a little old man sitting by himself reading the newspaper with his to go boxes ready in a bag next to him. The look in his eyes seem like he is a very sweet old man and I want to go sit with him so he won’t be alone, but I don't have to nerve to do that. He leaves almost 10 minutes after I get there being entertained only by the article he is reading.

Throughout the restaurant you can hear all the background noise coming from the kitchen, dishes clanking, some music, and every now and then the steam can be seen from whatever they are cooking. The waitress comes back and takes my order of eggs and chorizo, the special they had that day. She looks at me with confusion, because she can see all the scribbles I am writing on my napkin.

There is one older couple sitting side by side, they look to appear around their 50’s, holding hands. A second couple another elderly couple, maybe around their 60’s, sit in front of each other and they are chatting away like there is no tomorrow; smiling and laughing every now and then. It makes me really think about how special it might feel to have that one person you have always loved and over the years, there’s still so much left to talk about.

The group of five people in uniform leave, while a group of three a mother and her two daughters, I assume, because they look very much alike. The hostess greets them with a smile on her face saying “Buenos Dias”, and leads them to their table.

There are five waitresses, each walking around busily attending their customers. Towards the back of the restaurant where the kitchen is, you can see two of them singing together with the song that is playing in the kitchen, which to me is pretty amusing because they remind me of myself. As I watch them, one of the waitresses comes out from the kitchen and appears to be dancing, moving her hips from side to side as one leg goes back and then the other; however, she wasn't dancing, she was rubbing her shoes on the carpet that is right in front kitchen entrance, and I laugh at myself.

When I finish paying, I leave and I soon as I walk out the door, I can smell the stench of food that remains in my hair and clothes, but it’s alright because the food was worth it.