The Chipotle Diaries: no place like home

I went to Chipotle today for the first time in a while (3.5 days). I ordered a chicken burrito because I don’t hate myself, and watched as the girl with the crooked-yet-endearing smile flashed me a knowing wink before heaping on great mounds of fire-grilled chicken. During the wrapping stage a new employee encountered trouble when the burrito burst under the girth of its delicious contents, and the girl with the crooked smile was forced to leave her post and assist in wrapping the thing she had so recently designed for my now-gaping maw.

“¡Es un burro!” the novice said, which basically means “This is huge!” but literally translates to “It’s a donkey.”

Indeed it was. A fresh tortilla was steamed to take over where a weaker one had broken and I stood by watching, rapt with delight.

And then I ate it in just under 6.4 seconds.

“Jesus, you eat Chipotle fast,” said my friend Morgan, causing me to beam like a 6 year-old girl who’s just played well at her first piano recital.

“It’s good to be back,” I thought.

-Wetzler

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