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Trying to get into this
place for lunch is like moseying on over to the bread line in Manhattan
in early 1932. I'm not sure when the line actually starts forming,
but by noon you'd be better off rummaging through the garbage cans
at your local Burritoville
than starving in line at this chain joint. We had actually tried going
here (and one other location) on several occasions but were never
successful in even getting in the front door. After finally tasting
what I only imagined to be crack-laden logs of manna on my own time
(it was ordered in the office for a going away party), I can honestly
say that I would have been super-pissed if I would have waited in
that snaking hell hole for what turned out not to be the dew of the
gods, but a lousy imitation of an imitation of Mexican food. And they
committed the ultimate faux paux when it comes to burritos; all the
rice was loosely packed, with all the ingredients at one end or another
of the tortilla. That means one bite was meat and no beans, and then
the next was meat and no beans, and finally at the end of the thing
I came across the missing beans, with absolutely no meat within a
mile of the thing. Oh, and then the intestinal distress set in. I
was ruined for like two days--and I generally have an iron-clad stomach,
so that must have been one explosive burrito. How do you say "kaboom!"
in Spanish? [MF]
Other Locations:
Chipotle
- Bryant Park
Chipotle - Penn Plaza
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