tag: fast food
June 14, 2012
I never thought I would be so happy to say that Chipotle has opened in Paris.
Judge not, ye Angelenos. You know you would miss it too. Decent Mexican places are few and far between in the City of Lights, and most of them are sit-down affairs. I don’t need a waiter to bring me a burrito. Burritos are for 1pm hangover Sundays, taken home in a paper bag and eaten with Tapatio while watching Netflix. Burritos are for picking up for lunch breaks and eating in the kitchen with the attorneys watching People’s Court. To a Californian, burritos are comfort food. A big squishy hug contained inside a warm flour tortilla.