The folks at WordPress have recently added a simple polling tool to the blog editor. Naturally I feel compelled to try it out. So what do I want to ask my loyal readers? Deep questions about political affiliations or financial opinions? Uh, no. I think we see enough of those polls already. I’d like to focus on something else.
The greatest food ever.
Now this is a tough call. People who know me well might assume I’d vote for bacon. That is logical. But in truth, my strong affinity for bacon is surpassed by my appreciation of chocolate. If I had to make a top five list, it would look something like this:
Some subjects inspire hyperbole. Admiration and appreciation well up, and one cannot help but overstate how wonderful the object of affection is. I see this often with movies (I wish I had a $5 bill for ever time someone said: “The Dark Knight is the best movie I’ve ever seen!”), athletes, bands, and restaurants. One fine establishment that I have been hearing quite a bit about lately is Chipotle Mexican Grill (CMG).
From what I hear eating at CMG is kind of like watching Gone with the Wind while listening to U2 while seeing a Ken Griffey Jr at bat in picture-in-picture while dining at Le Grand Véfour.
I happened to be about 12 miles from a CMG this afternoon. I decided to stop and see if all the praise was warranted.
I ordered a carnitas fajita burrito (pulled pork, sautéed peppers and onions, rice, tomatoes, cheese, sour cream). I also ordered an iced tea, and my total came to $7.78. Not bad at all.
My estimate is that the burrito weighed close to a half pound. It came wrapped in foil. It is always a good sign when a burrito is heavy enough to knock you out if it was dropped from the Statue of Liberty.
A bundle of goodness
The taste was excellent. Now I was hungry, for it was 3:30 pm and all I had eaten at that point in the day was a banana for breakfast (unless you count the four slices of pizza at 1:00 am). But I don’t think hunger skewed the taste factor too much.
So what is the final word? I am impressed by CMG, and I have every intention of going back again. I will speak highly of CMG, and I might even consider using responsible overstatements of its goodness.
The ultimate food will always be an authentic Philly cheesesteak to me. Eating a Philly cheesesteak is like bungee jumping while winning the lottery while listening to Beethoven while marrying Jessica Alba. And that’s not hyperbole.