Everyone has a happy place, mine happens to be Chipotle. It doesn't matter the time of day or day of the week, when someone suggests going out to eat you can almost always guarantee this will be my answer. I feel like I have the entire process of going to Chipotle figured out, it goes something like this:

I wake up in the morning and start out my day like I normally would with the paper and maybe a cup of tea. Then, it hits me.

Next is the hard part, I have to find someone who will want to go with me (even though I probably already asked them earlier that week).

Then when I finally find a friend we make our way to the closest Chip, or Potle, depending on your preferred nickname for the special place. It's always quite the fun ride knowing I'm going to be having a great meal soon.

Then I see it out of the corner of my eye and everything seems to start to fall into place.

When I walk in, the line is most likely out the door, but I'm never discouraged. I have faith in my Chipotle employees and know they'll get the line moving quickly.

The line gets moving and then it's time for me to make my decision. Will it be a burrito today, maybe a bowl, or even a quesadilla? It's a hard choice, but it makes it easier knowing I'll probably be back soon to try something else. My friend usually gets annoyed at this point, knowing it's almost our turn to order.

Then it's finally your turn. "What can I get for you? White or brown rice? Black or pinto beans? How about meat?" The questions are bombarded at me, but I know all the answers after all this time. And yes, I know guacamole is extra.

The questions come to an end, I hand over my debit card and I'm handed my baby in return. At this point all I can think is...

I hope I inspired your next meal! Chipotle never fails me.