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Since I've had a string of just-ok burritos recently, it seemed appropriate to break the chain by heading down to Taqueria San Francisco on this foggy Thursday. I met up with fellow burritophile Aaron and ordered a super carne asada. Bliss.



Big chunks of avocado, melted cheese, smoky meat, piping hot, washed down with a bottled real-sugar Mexican Coke. Yum.

It's not that I haven't been eating burritos, it's that I haven't been writing much about the burritos I'm eating. Well, that, and that I'm reluctant to push the baby off the top of the page. The short of it - Gordo took a dive last week by giving me some other guy's burrito (mild salsa, sour cream, no guac, black beans) instead of what I'd ordered (hot, guac, no crema, refried). I was bummed, so I went to La Fonda last night instead. Who knew that they had al pastor? Who knew that it was decent?

Well, I know that now.

Those of you who follow our flickr feed on the left have probably noticed that every now and then shots of babies show up. Why? Well, there's a type of swaddling called the burrito roll, which involves wrapping your baby in blankets as if the tyke were our favorite food item! A friend of mine just had a baby, and decided to take this roll to its logical conclusion and...you can see the awesomeness for yourself. We're proud to present Charlotte - our first truly burrito-wrapped baby!