My friend Sahand, who goes to San Jose State, and I decided to eat Mexican food and catch up on our distant lives. We both ordered burritos and waited thirty minutes for them to be prepared. Ridiculous. There was hardly a line in the restaurant. After shooting the breeze for what seemed like a day, we were served, and to our disappointment, the burritos sucked. They were small as hell and were placed on a small plate; most likely to make them seem bigger. They should have been five star quality to compensate for their relatively restricted dimensions. Alas, they weren't. After my first bite, I noticed how wet the burrito was. Sahand had noticed this as well. Maybe it would dry as we continued to eat? But by the fifth bite, I couldn't stand it. Why was that burritos so wet? I went to chef and asked, "why are your burritos so wet?"
He must have not heard because he replied "Que?". So I asked a little louder, "Why are your burritos so wet?"
"It's the secret sauce", he summarized.
"Disgusting", I thought to myself, and sat back down at my table. Sahand was disgusted as well.
I dissected my burrito and found that the walls of the wrap were filled with a red puss-like sauce. Only after five bites, we left the restaurant. We left the burritos on the table to give them the message that their restaurant sucked balls. We left and went to sushi (sushi confidential) and had a better time.
I refuse to give the name of the former restaurant. I just hope you do not come across it.
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