Wishful Thinking

So as many of you know, I my favorite type of food is Mexican food.  Burritos, enchiladas, tacos...I love it all.  Well, when I finally committed to this trip, I knew one of the hardest things I was going to have to give up was the deliciousness which is a well made burrito.  Today, though, my coworkers and I were talking about different restaurants in the area around our office and one guy brought up that there was a burrito place not that far away.  You could imagine the excitement rush over me upon hearing those beautiful words.  While I knew I should be skeptical, my desire got the better of me and I forced us to go there immediately.

When walked through a little rain about 3 blocks away to a very cool street market, apparently where scenes from Harry Potter were filmed.  About the last shop there was the burrito place called Tortilla (creative).  The best way to describe it would be a really ghetto version of Chipotle. The look of the ingredients alone almost made me want to walk out of there.  The meats all looked dry, the cheese had that look of being left out for hours in the sun, and the rice looked like Rice-a-Roni.  And to top all that off, when I asked for guacamole to be added, the man took a big spoonful of this brown chunky stuff that was sitting right in front of us.  I had no clue that that was the guacamole because I have grown up under the assumption that guacamole, especially when prepared in the near past, should be green.  I couldn't take what I said back so I just ate my words and said that would be it.  For the record, I had a steak burrito, with the white rice as opposed to the tomato rice as they called it, black beans, medium salsa, cheese and guac.  The man wrapped it up and handed it over, all for an incredible bad price when you actually do the conversion, and we were on our way.

When I got back to my desk to eat, I had all but given up on any chance of this thing tasting good.  Part of me still wanted to give it an honest chance so I took my first bite expecting little more than a full stomach after it was all said and done.  The verdict...probably the worst burrito I've had in my life.  The rice and guacamole combination shouldn't be fed to prisoners let alone paying customers.  Its only redeeming quality was the steak.  It honestly was not that bad.  But when it's covered in so much other nasty crap, it's hard to say anything was good.  Epic fail for my burrito in London.  But I'm not defeated.  Research this afternoon and some help from my friend Shachi will hopefully lead me to something better than what I had today.

One last funny side bit to close the story out.  The coworker I went out with to get the burrito stopped by my desk about an hour after lunch with only two words to say: "Good burrito."  I almost lost all hope for the British right then and there.  That's it for today.  Goodnight and I hope all of your lunches were better than mine.