Michelle Markowitz

It's been two years since I've moved to New York from California.  I have loved some, lost, wept, felt exhilerating highs, then landed right back where I started.  They say wherever you go, there you are.  No looking back, eyes ahead.  Which I have tried.  It is no secret I have taken comfort on many lonesome nights and much too short lunchbreaks in the arms of Chipotle.  Felt that furious passion when we (the burrito and myself) would fall into each others arms after a particularly weary day.  Chipotle is like the rebound guy that you convince yourself is possibly the one and to whom you say such falsehoods as 'I thought I was in love before, but now that I am with you, I realize I have never felt this way.'  My first love has followed me to New York.

I believe Joan Didion said it best. Quite simply, I was in love... I do not mean "love" in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.

That's right.  Baja Fresh is opening this Tuesday in midtown.  Will it be as sweet as I remember?  If it isn't will it validate my choice to move to New York?  I don't know.  But I will find out.