The breakfast taco as fine art at Acuario's

Everyone, at some point in their lives, curses the creator of Mondays. My usual chant is pretty simple, mainly consisting of various words not suitable for use in this article. Since we are all at some collegiate level, I'm sure you can imagine.

From that point on, we spend the next five days preparing ourselves for our immortality. The weekend is the water in our proverbial fish bowls-it's necessary for our survival. Then we spend the next two days doing whatever we want. Some watch football while others have parties that inevitably lead up to somebody peeing on a wall.

With all the partying that students do over the weekend, we brutalize our livers and wear them proudly like purple hearts for a job well done. The next day we roll out of bed, our heads throbbing from the music still playing in them. The best part about this day is what to do for breakfast or lunch, depending on the time. It seems as if it's a tradition passed down from earlier generations. There will always be a place to go, depending on the mood of the group.

This is the scenario that plagued me one morning as I saw my friend and his band play an awesome set at Flamingo Cantina the night before. I needed sustenance, something hearty and homemade. The only problem was that my pantry consisted only of chicken broth and powdered sugar. Frankly, I was stumped. Enter the breakfast taco.

My friend told me about a café named Acuarios. He described their breakfast tacos as a thing of uncompromised beauty. The only problem was that I had spent most of my cash on the previous night, and I had about four dollars to my name. I could either buy a pack of cigarettes or I could eat. Life is about options, right? I hopped in his car, with certain skepticism about this Mecca of cuisine and drove down to South First.

When we arrived, we entered a small restaurant that seats about twenty. We sat and ate the best chips and salsa while ordering our tacos that cost around $1.25 a piece.

As soon as our food arrived, the beautiful treasures that my friend spoke so highly of became fodder for our stomachs. We wolfed down any resemblance of food on our plate and sat as if this were our bronze star of the weekend.

It turns out it was a salsa stain with a chip left over for later.

There will always be a chance to sit back and recuperate from those nights where you wish you could remember more. It takes those nights to realize the importance of that day after. Acuarios Café is the best place in Austin to do that.

Maybe the best thing about that meal is the people you share it with.

Or I could quit being like a Norman Rockwell painting and tell you the food rocks. So wake up one day, round up your friends, and get to Acuarios on South First before three in the afternoon. It's worth the alarm clock and the headache. Happy eating.