Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own personal ephemera that we fail to notice massive, tragic events unfolding around us.
No. Let me personalize that, take ownership of it.
I have been so cocooned in my own personal nonsense that I haven’t noticed a terrible injustice that has been done to me, to the city of New York, to everyone.
Burritoville, you will be missed.
The burritos there were not authentic, when compared to the idealized San Francisco Mission archetype. The brown rice alone was enough to enrage a true burrito purist. But, damn it: Burritoville burritos were good.
I will miss you, Mega-Soy. You made my five-year stretch of vegetarianism much more pleasant.
What can I say, Holy Mole? You were a burrito, and you were flavored with chocolate. Bang.
And you, Chicken Margarita. The new kid on the block. You were supposed to just be a special addition for Cinco de Mayo, but I think we both noticed that you were still on the menu in the late summer. You would have made a great formal addition to the menu, and everybody knows it.
In closing, let me say this: Chipotle can suck it.
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Yes, the “Mission burritos” their were good. I awlays wantd to try Bob Marley’s Last Stand or whatever what had jerkd chickn.
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Oh no! I was wondering what had happened to the one on 2nd Ave. I thought just that one closed. Sad. I will miss the Lost In Austin with soy cheese & tofu sour cream, but not miss watching them sneeze violently on my food.
Chipotle is disgusting.
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