Tuesday, February 05, 2008

California Burrito, Wet

MoSup's at the Florida nudist camp this week ...

California Burrito

There's a Mexican food place close by that I love.  The owners' son attended the Naval Academy, and every time he went home (Calif) he complained about the sorry-ass Mexican food situation.  When they came out for his graduation, they did a survey and discovered that the taco  standard was set by Chi-Chi's hereabouts.  They quit their jobs, relocated, and opened this joint.  Instead of a salad bar,  they have a salsa and sauce bar.   OMFG!  This is the California Burrito,Wet - about $11.00.  Everything fresh.  Marinated beef loin, guacamole, other secret stuff, including French fries, and (this is the wet part) topped with a great Mole sauce and cheddar cheese. OMFG again.  Weighs about 6 pounds.

I know what you're asking.  "What does this have to do with Mother Superior being at the nudist camp this week?"   Simple. This is my bachelor week beer and porn films now.  Every day this week.  Next week,  it's back to salad and baked chicken. 

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

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O.K. I'm game. Where is this place???

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BlogDog said...

I'll meet you there.

Anonymous said...

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Hmmmmmm....sort of a "Gamp Meat" of the Maryland contingent of the Barn Army????

;-]

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Anonymous said...

What are you giving up for Lent? Not having a heart attack?

I'm giving up alcohol. (Modified grade school version of getting what you give up every Sunday).

Desert Cat said...

Dog-GONE you've gone and kicked up a ferocious hunger in me now!

What is it...5:45? Time to blow this joint and go get some chow!

Anonymous said...

I'll be there shortly, next round of cervezas on me.

Anonymous said...

OMG! I'm hungry!

Anonymous said...

There's a Xochimilco (sp?) here in Cincy that makes a burrito that makes that thing look a bit puny. I mean that literally. I'm a bit of a trencherman (270+, and damn I need to lose weight), and I can't finish the thing.

There ain't no damned french fries in it, neither.

It's better than sex. Or at least, it's better than my sex life lately. See above reference to weight.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

Does size matter RR? Ain't it how it tastes? Mmmmmm. And whether it's right there when you want it? I'm going right now and get me another. Eating just before bedtime is good for you.

Juice said...

holy crap, can't believe i'm following those past two comments...
um, er, that looks like AWESOME dining. *hunger growel*

Anonymous said...

*droolz*

e-C

Anonymous said...

It tastes awesome. Reference my "It's better than sex" comment. And it's right there when I want it. Best part? It doesn't cost any more than the pictured monstrosity.

And there still ain't no damned french fries in it, nor imitation cheddar cheese atop it.

I can't believe you'd even say the words "cheddar cheese" (are you kidding me?) and "french fries" (ditto, squared) in a story about improving Mexican food in a given locale, for crying out loud.

Still, it does look tasty, in a "cheap imitation of some other ethnicity's fine cuisine" sort of way. I'll grant you that.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

Never satisfied with the amount of cheese, I supplemented when I got home. And I reiterate, they use superior cuts of steak, and lots of it, not cat.

Anonymous said...

Come on Roger cough up the address, our company is doing a job at St. Johns . This would give me a great excuse to stop by to visit the jobsite at about, oh say, lunchtime : )

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