Last night I was at Old Chicago working on a quest called the “World Beer Tour”. I decided it was time to sample the best beers from our hard working neighbors to the south, no not Iowa, the great nation of Estados Unidos Mexicanos. Needless to say this was a fantastic decision on my part. Nothing says authentic Mexican beer more that a Corona.
As I was reflecting on the muy bueno beer from the previous night, it got me thinking about other great things from Estados Unidos Mexicanos such as their food. I was hungry and after several agonizing minutes of debating what to do, it came to me. Nothing says authentic Mexican food better than Chipotle.
I printed out one of their fax order sheets and mulled over what to get. Feeling like trying something new, I went with the four crispy chicken tacos option. Too “busy” to venture out in the arctic weather, I needed to find someone to go get it for me, someone that does things when told, someone who knows the value of hard work. There was only one person that came to mind, my office assistant. Rather than pull myself away from my work and walk the 10 feet or so to talk to him, I called his extension, informed him of my situation and told him the money and order sheet was on my desk.
He returned about 25 minutes later and brought my food to my desk. The tacos were wrapped up in tinfoil, I thought it was NASA blanket like, to keep them warm, but I was quickly proven wrong. The first problem came when I opened the tinfoil NASA like blanket, revealing only three crispy tacos instead of, what their menu so clearly states, four. Disappointed but too hungry to deal with it right now, I dug in. The first taco I attempted to pick up was already broken and when I picked it up 57% of the contents fell out. Finally after taking a bite I realized that the tinfoil the tacos were encased in was merely for show. I’m no food connoisseur but from the best of my Mexican food knowledge is that tacos are suppose to be hot, or at least warm. Mine were neither hot nor warm. This was a huge letdown, but I was hungry and I did pay for them so I continued on.
On the positive side the tacos were crispy and tasted pretty good, and the chicken despite it being cold had the same good flavor that you’d expect with authentic Mexican. After I was finished with my three tacos, I was very disappointed with my selection and should have stuck with the always reliable burrito.
Overall, the situation with me being robbed of one taco, them being cold, and one being broken upon arrival, Chipotle’s Crispy Tacos, has the potential to be very good. But mine were not, lucky for me I had a bag of Cinnamon Twizzlers Fire Pull-n-Peel and some New Hot Tamales ICE, to fill the void. Because of the situation I’m giving Chipotle’s Crispy Tacos one flying monkey out of five.
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this cracked me up just like the crack in your taco. and im sure they were cold, being the short trek your assistant made in the arctic weather there in MN.
Fuckin chipolte swings for the fences again but ends up walking back to the dugout with their head hanging low. I would place all of the blame on your Stud Muffin Assistant. I bet he ate a taco "for his time". Broke one cuz he is pissed cuz he laways has to do your shit work and held them out the window on the way back to the office so they would be cold. If I was you Kubz I would write him up and sit him down. "One more outburst like this buddy and you are outta here"
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