Basically, my burrito rocked. Want proof?
That's some good eatin'. I'm sad to report that the rest of the table didn't fare as well. Taqueria San Francisco's Manny Ramirez-like streakiness was out in full force, as Eric's burrito suffered integration issues, and The Burritoeater's was marred by dryness and grilled chicken that was as much of a let-down as the last two Matrix movies. What was up with those, anyway?