A trip to Denver this weekend brings glad tidings of Chipotle!!!
It has been 3 months since my last burrito. The shakes and sweats have subsided, but I still need another fix. Curse you Chipotle, why are you so delicious?? When I worked at the Empire State Building, they were in the process of opening a Chipotle in the building. I don't know what I would have done if I had stayed long enough to witness that glorious event. By now I would probably be rolling myself along the sidewalks, licking remnants of sour cream and shredded cheese out of the corners of my mouth, in a near-catatonic stupor. If Kentucky Fried Chicken has the Colonel (with his wee beady eyes) to put addictive substances in KFC products, then there must be something similar happening to the delicious Chipotle burritos. Maybe they put crack in the foil. Whatever they do, it works. I am not the only one with this problem. I know several people whose eyes twinkle at the mere sight of a lump of something wrapped in foil.
Speaking of blobs wrapped in foil, you know you've got a good product when all you need to do is put up a picture of a foil-wrapped blob on a billboard, and people will begin to salivate uncontrollably. Pavlov is probably turning in his grave. The typical fast food joints have to jazz up their food in ads- I have never seen a real-life Whopper look as good as its TV counterpart. But not Chipotle! That shiny wrapper is all it takes! Amazing, I tell you!
Here is my version of the perfect burrito: chicken, rice, no beans, pico de gallo, sour cream, and cheese. Oh my goodness, I can't wait. I know what you're thinking. "But Erin, guacamole is a gift from heaven. Shouldn't it be included in the perfect burrito?" No no, I understand where you're coming from, and even though Chipotle guacamole has been made by angels in white t-shirts, it in fact should not be included in the perfect burrito. I think it may be too much of a good thing at once. Your palate is not able to fully appreciate the guac when it is mixed into the burrito. What you really need to do, especially if you happen to live in NYC, is grab a good book, head to your nearest Chipotle, order some chips and guac, and savor the avocado goodness on its own, where it can be free to express itself. Heck, you can even take a friend, but make sure they're not the type to pile the guac 2 inches high on their chip. We call these people guaca-hogs.
Honestly, I should be paid for my shameless advertising. I feel like Tony Little in a Chipotle infomercial. But it is so good.