What, you wanna know what I order? Fine: burrito bol with rice, black beans, fajita veggies, tomato salsa, and guacamole. It’s yummy, filling, and comes in under 500 calories. For dinner, that’s not a bad deal. Of course, it’s also full of salt and guacamole is certainly not low-fat, but once a month or so, it hits the spot. Chipotle is also one of the few places where Red and I can grab food together. Actually, Mexican restaurants in general are pretty good for that. We’ve happily chowed down at Baja Fresh, too—most notably after a massive, filthy group effort to help a friend move—but Baja Fresh is no Chipotle. Although, I still do remember that Baja Fresh burrito, so that’s a good sign. Plus, their mango salsa is pretty sweet.
I’ll stop singing Chipotle’s praises in a minute. I don’t want to get started on happy meat or welfarism or any of that stuff, because it’s Friday and other, smarter people hold forth on those subjects far better than I do. When Red and I are out running errands and realize it’s past dinnertime and we have nothing but pasta and apples in the fridge, Chipotle is there for us. We’re lucky they don’t deliver, or else we’d be shoveling in burrito bols of guacamole-coated goodness twice a week. For now, it’s an indulgence we can justify. Pass the guac.