If you’re a burrito lover from the San Francisco Bay Area who now lives in New York City, I’m about to make your head explode:
1. Two guys from the Bay Area just opened up a burrito shop called Dos Toros on 4th Avenue between 13th and 14th.
2. It appears to be a loving homage to Gordo Taqueria.
3. The carne asada burrito I had there last night was better than the ones at Gordo’s.
4. Read number three again. Seriously.
No more jasmine rice, unmelted shredded cheese, forgettable meat and questionable beans, poorly wrapped in a stale tortilla. No more Qdoba, and certainly no more Chipotle. Ever, ever again.
I’ll be going back again tonight to try the pork and/or chicken. While quietly weeping.
Viva Los Toros.
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Thus spake the King of Siam:
“For women I don’t give a damn.
But a fat-bottomed boy
Is my pride and joy!
They call me a bugger. I am.”
There was a young man from Peru
whose limericks stopped at line two.
There was a young man from Verdun
I had one of these, a veggie one with pinto beans, guacamole, and super red hot sauce, which was hella hot. ($7.50.) It was excellent. But too many NYU kids there. Some rude girls were saving seats with their purses. (There was a very long line and the place was extremely crowded.) Two girls walked back with burritos and looked longingly at the seats. There were no other seats and it was 20 degrees outside. I said they should throw the purses on the street. “No….” Put them on the floor? “Ummm….” Move them from the stools to the counter and move if the owners come back? “I’m not really a confrontational person.” So they held the burritos close to their parkas and headed outside into the biting wind: yum!
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