Reviewed by Tom, on the ground, 29 August 2026. Eaten, photographed, and paid for.
The OG is smothered in housemade green chili and packed with scrambled eggs, tots and chorizo. They toast the outside to a perfect brown crisp. It is a solid burrito size — not a breakfast wrap pretending, an actual burrito.
Order it with sausage and you will get chorizo. As it turns out, sausage equals chorizo here, and nobody is going to stop you making that discovery yourself.
The kitchen brought out another vat of the green chili while I was sitting there. That is the kind of place it is. The staff is incredibly kind, the beer selection is genuinely good, and the locals are to die for.
Their own website says 11. So does Google, which reads it. Their door has a chalkboard headed NEW HOURS, and it disagrees with the internet on all seven days.
| Sunday, Monday, Tuesday | 7 AM – midnight |
| Wednesday – Saturday | 7 AM – 2 AM |
Read off the board and confirmed by the bartender, 2026-08-29. If a listing ever turned you away at breakfast — they were open.
Inside there is a copper cone fireplace with ski boots and poles stacked around it, a kilim on the wall, and a Rock-Ola jukebox you can queue from your phone. Out back the patio has a dartboard and string lights, and it books private parties — there was one for forty-five people on it the night I was there.
