Introducing The Carne Asada Metric.
The Pacific has gone entirely flat, in Southern California, and has been such for months now. Not a pulse, not even a ripple, in weeks and weeks and weeks. The obsessive-compulsive surfer who counts a 15-ft glider in his quiver not even “out there.” The surfer who depends on saltwater to balance mental health throwing caution to the wind and letting that mental health become unbalanced.
As bleak as it gets and yet, Surfline has been calling 2 – 3 fair to poor throughout much of this satanic stretch. The wave forecasting giant making an absolute mockery of both 2 – 3 feet and the very idea of fairness and poorness. Surfline, as you know, has a monopoly on wave forecasting, around these parts, which leads directly to all sorts of conflicts of interest. Which advertiser, for instance, might need a little boost from a juiced outlook?
And it has long been thought that this situation simply is what it is. There will never be a Surfline competitor so accepting its prognostications, just like accepting political season promises or the fact that Diddy called his parties “freak offs” just a way of life.
Until now.
For just yesterday, I sat down for my weekly chat with David Lee Scales who just so happened to be near Florida’s gulf where the waves are slightly larger than bottom California’s. We were talking about this and that until he mentioned Waffle House, the beloved southern chain that serves such delicacies as Texas Melts and biscuits + gravy. Well, David Lee informed me that alongside breakfast yum yum, Waffle House also provides its Waffle House Index, a guide to hurricanes and tropical storms and their potential damage.
Per the Waffle House website:
When a hurricane makes landfall, the head of the Federal Emergency Management Agency relies on a couple of metrics to assess its destructive power.
First, there is the well-known Saffir-Simpson Wind Scale. Then there is what he calls the “Waffle House Index.”
Green means the restaurant is serving a full menu, a signal that damage in an area is limited and the lights are on. Yellow means a limited menu, indicating power from a generator, at best, and low food supplies. Red means the restaurant is closed, a sign of severe damage in the area or unsafe conditions.
Honest and true.
And while Southern California may not have Waffle House nor tropical storm, it does have burrito joints frequented by surfers post-surf. Now, if we were to set up iPads at each beachfront burrito joint with three simple questions (where did you surf, what board do you normally ride, what board did you ride today), wave quality could be instantly and accurately determined.
The Carne Asada Metric.
Genius, no?
David Lee and I also discussed the cons of renewing wedding vows and Griffin Colapinto. A fine show and worth a listen, here.
But before you click “play,” what is your burrito order? Are you a California gal? Classic carne asada? Pollo asado?
Me?
Al pastor tacos. The mighty burrito just too much food.
Bon apetit.
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Best calamari steak burrito I have ever eaten in SD. Anyhow, Surfline is doing what fishing reports have done for years so their sponsored tackle shops sell more gear. They monopolize the surf forecasting world. Even these one address surf shops that host a webcam are trying to capitalize by charging membership. Just sell ads on the stream to cover the cost.
Upvote about surfline calling 2-3ft when it’s actually flat. Here’s wishing for a new heavy hitting competitor that keeps them honest
Are we talking real burritos here? Or Kelly burritos? I can’t keep up hey
It’s a silly world, isn’t it Chas?
you want to talk silly.
last night I had the first Carne Asada burrito that I’ve had in years, wake up this AM and Chas is talking Carne Asada burrito’s.
You must be stateside.
I avoid frillojes and rice myself. Street taco’s R us.
There is a place in our old hood. Dang. Ridiculous.
A dog’s eye and a snot block in my part of the world.. waves have been pretty fun here I might add.
Snot block ?
Vanilla slice. Sorta sugary pastry with a gelatinous inner made with cow hoofs.
slice slice baby
ah it’s all about the custard and fluffy pastry….I consider myself a snot block connoisseur..
Vanilla Slice.
Egads
I used to be an al pastor fan until i had birria tacos, game changer
wife and I have Birria tacos (tacos dorado) every Sunday, freakin heaven
If the waves ever return, I’ll be at Wild Taco for the only breakfast burrito I ache for…