When all seemed hopeless at my dead-end internship gig in Washington, all I needed was a Pedro & Vinny’s vegetarian burrito to pick myself up again. For four measly bucks, one could get a huge burrito with beans (black and tan), salsa and hot sauces of various scovilles and hues. On top of that, York peppermint patties and samples of the proprietor’s habanero mango sauce were gratis. The line at the cart felt like a queue on a mountaintop, each of us waiting to ask the grizzled old wise man a question. ”What is the meaning of life?” I’d ask. ”Is there a God?”
“Here’s your burrito. That’ll be $4.”
The cart has since closed, the proprietor lost to the wilds of South Carolina. Thanks Pedro & Vinny’s, for making my stay in D.C. bearable.