The Underground Tortilla

I always decide if I can live in a place long-term by the fact if there is a good Mexican place near the neighborhood. Luckily, I just discovered a good one today on Sutter in between Leavenworth & Hyde. Can’t remember the name of it, but they make tasty burritos. They pull out that wonderful tortilla out of the package and then steam it up, loading it with all kinds of authentic and not so authentic goodies right there as you wactch. Chevy’s “Fresh Mex” be damned. It doesn’t get any fresher than this and no Gringo corporation is gonna be able to duplicate what these little hole-in-the-wall places create.
Of course, I’m a big fan of Mexican food in general and if I had to pick food from one region of the world to eat for the rest of my life, I believe that would be it. I try to cook it at home on occassion and it turns out all right. There is always something missing and it wasn’t until today that I realized what it was –the tortilla.
From somewhere, some underground source, these Mexican restaurants must procure their tortillas because I’ve never found them anywhere. I’ve even tried some restaurant supply warehouses in San Leandro, but to no avail. The source of these tortillas is a mystery to people such as me and all the better, since it makes (and I mean that in the best way possible) me go to these places and get such lovely things like Carne Asada and Chile Rellenos that simply cannot be duplicated in the controlled environment of my kitchen.