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.
Natalie and I call burritos from Chipotle “Weapons of Mass Deliciousness,” in reference to a news story wherein a boy’s school freaked out because they thought that his burrito was a pipebomb. She was supposed to come meet me to eat half of it, but she only woke up at 4pm today, leaving me to consume it all lest it become horrible and soggy.
When I rummaged around my fridge to find a suitable hot sauce to pour on this baby, I found the tiniest bottle of Tabasco sauce I have ever seen. My mother likes to collect miniature foodstuffs and keep them in our fridge, it seems. It wasn’t really enough to cover this behemoth of a burrito though, so I resorted to putting some chipotle mango grill sauce on it. Never again! NEVER AGAIN!!