Triangles of Perfection

One of my co-workers is traveling to San Diego for a three day business trip. Upon hearing this I was reminded of what is one of the greatest pleasures of my life, La Favorita tortilla chips. Had she been around for them, Virginia Woolf would have changed her famous quote on fine dining to: One cannot think well, love well, or sleep well, if one has not eaten La Favorita tortilla chips.

Composed of three ingredients, childrens' smiles, sunshine, and mothers' love, La Favorita tortilla chips are the pinacle of human acheivement. It's Nutrition Facts put Total to shame, with a single chip boosting 100% of the daily recommended allowance of happiness, health, and childlike wonder. And an entire bag will enduce an extascy that would make the Saints envious.

I remember when I first bought a bag. I had taken it to my computer to do some work, and when I next looked up the bag was empty and my arm was sore. I had eaten so much that my arm had grown sore from the constant exertion I had put on it by lifting it up and down again for more chips.

The bag itself is like a rock muscian from the 70s, ugly, almost sloveningly so. But just as within those unslightly muscians was a genious of song, so too within the bag lies the joy of man.

But don't take my word for it:

• Eating a whole bag in a single sitting is a mouthful of bliss that, much like a good movie or wine, leaves you wanting more when it is over.
• These are the best chips ever!!! ... The only issue I have with them is that they aren't sold at Walmart, where we do most of our shopping.
• I love these chips and wouldn't buy anything else. Thank you so much, La Favorita!

Anyway back to the beginning. The reason why San Diego reminds me of these chips is because they are typically only found in the South Western section of the country.