NOT YOUR MAMA'S EMPANADAS
In the days when you used to be fed on airlines, United gave me something dubious in the wee hours of the morning: “a breakfast burrito,” a rubbery concoction filled with sausage, eggs and chemicals. So I’m skeptical when restaurants try to put breakfast, salad or dessert in anything but the middle of a plate.
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