Hot Take: I Like My Breakfast Like I Like My Poker—Dangerous and filled with Mystery Meat

Subtitle: A High-Stakes Game of Breakfast Roulette (and Regret). And yeah, we’re talking about gas station burritos. Judge me (or thank me) later.

I’m not here to defend gas station burritos. I’m here to declare — with full chest and zero shame—that the Maverik Chorcheezo Burrito is one of life’s greatest joys. Is it a gamble? Absolutely. Could it betray you by mid-morning? Without a doubt. But is it worth it every single time? Yes. Yes, it is.

This love story goes way back. Every early morning snowboarding trip started the same: messy hair, a trunk full of boards and boots, Lizzo blasting through the speakers, and a stop at Maverik for a burrito that felt like a dare. My friends and I didn’t even question it. It was part of the ritual. It was part of us. Targhee runs powered by mystery meat and blind faith.

We didn’t care that it sat under a heat lamp like a sweaty little prize. We didn’t care that it was 800 calories of sodium, regret, and chorizo that was definitely flirting with the expiration date. Because when it’s 7:00 AM and you’re trying to beat everyone to fresh powder, that Chorcheezo hits. Every. Time.

It’s the breakfast equivalent of a sketchy ex-boyfriend:
You know it’s bad… but you did always love a bad boy.
(jk—my actual husband is the opposite of a bad boy. Love you, Corb.)

There’s just something iconic about that specific combination of chaos and satisfaction. You unwrap it like a winning poker hand, not totally sure what you’re walking into. You take a bite knowing full well you’re gambling with your digestive system. But the taste? Unmatched. Trashy. Glorious. Perfect.

And honestly? That’s kind of the point.
(Wait... should my new IG bio be “Trashy. Glorious. Perfect.”?!)

Some girls have their green smoothies. Their protein-packed, Pinterest-approved, glass-jar breakfasts. That’s cute for them. But me? I’m a girl of the people. A girl who finds comfort in the unreliable. A girl who knows that sometimes joy shows up wrapped in tater tots and tortilla, and possibly a little shame.

Do I recommend it? Yes. Unequivocally.
But if anyone asks? Absolutely not.
Do I still eat them every so often? Without hesitation.
And then I hide the wrapper so no one knows who I really am.

Because in the casino of life, sometimes you just have to go all in.
Even if it’s for a burrito that might ruin your morning.

(Please be advised: gas station burritos are the most “gambling” I’ve ever actually done.)

xo,

Kate