Achiote of the Border

This is a post that should precede Babycakes but since it was skipped over, I shall fill the gap. We are wonderfully non-linear and atemporal today.

Supposedly, men do not ask for directions and women cannot drive (also, smoking is cool and hipsters will save the world). But you can depend on google, right? Mais, non! Google maps led us astray. Astray into San Ysidro aka Last Exit Before International Border GET OUT NOW ELSE YOU BE IN MEXICO. Which the boys would have been fine with, since they are all-American (and slightly Puerto Rican, respectively) but the girls being exotic non-US passport holders might have gotten in trouble with. But we managed to take that last exit, so everything is okay! And if we did not, that's another story for another time.

Since everything bad happens three times or some such thing, we did manage to try to find two other coffee places through google maps and failed to find any of them. But there was something in San Ysidro that emitted the rich aroma of Californian consumeritis.

San Ysidro is the magical land of Outlet-Mallness. JPS got excited about kitchen stuff. But first, coffee. Achiote looked like a nice place and we figured we should do Mexican considering how close we were to it. Achiote was filled with customers of the "suburban-family" genus. It also had cheesecakes. But that's not what is special about it.

Mexican coffee! Ahh, the soft tones of cinnamon with the roasted fragrance of coffee. How have I not about thee for so long. Everyone except the Purveyor of Wise Things otherwise known as Kamakuras ordered Mexican coffee. Delicious, aromatic Mexican coffee. K ordered regular. Did I mention free refills? :D

And then we ate and shopped.