We took the burrito home and had it with a little bit of salad (spinach, pine nuts, and Annies goddess dressing).

It’s times like these that we think back to some of the “breaded fried meat” or “grilled organ meats” meals in south america and are thankful that we now have food we are more accustomed too and fresher veggies more readily available.

We’re about to leave on a big spanish world tour. Lots of folks have been asking me if I’m going to be excited to get to eat more food like Chipotle’s all the time since “all of the Spanish speaking world makes food that tastes like Chipotle, right?” And others have wondered if I will miss Chipotle since even in mexican-restaurant-rich Denver I skip past other restaurants in favor of Chipotle.

The truth is a mix of both. The places we’re going (Spain, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Peru, and Uruguay) have rich culinary traditions, but they tend to be quite different from the typical “Mexican Grill” style and certainly are different from the Chipotle Mexican Grill style of food.

One thing that’s making me feel good is that I’ve collected Chipotle copycat recipes. I’ve tested those and, at least the Chipotle style barbacoa beef recipe. At least in Argentina (where we’ll be spending most of our time) the beef is world famous, so we should be able to find the necessary spices and make our own versions of the meals.

I imagine that I will miss the speed of service and the cleanliness of the restaurants. And certainly I’ll miss the funny signs that Chipotle uses, I’ll miss those.

split this one with my wife. yay wife.

also, this story is just plain hilarious even though the only tie to chipotle was that she was eating there…

I myself was enjoying my very tasty burrito when I smelled the faint stench of soiled undies. Immediately I rushed to 3 year-old Abbey’s side to unobtrusively check, but she was perfectly clean. Then it hit me that Jake hadn’t gone potty all day long.

So I asked him. He said no. But the stench of the soiled undies did not disappear, and I was beginning to worry that this smell would pervade the surrounding area and attract a bit of negative attention. I thought to myself: “Sweet Jesus, the child pooped his pants…” Continuing to dread that this was actually what had occured, I asked again; his reply was the same as before. “He just had to have, it’s getting worse!” So, with my best effort of a stern expression on a less-than-serious topic, I asked one more time.

This time, he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled, “See Bridget, IT’S JUST FARTS!”

I tried to reduce the length of my quote, but frankly the writing is just so good and the story so hilarious that no bits can be removed. Fortunately, the patrons seemed to get a good laugh out of it. Chin up, Bridge, I think it’s a hilarious story from both “ends”!

This store has a shelf under the bar area which makes it easier to use if you have a purse or book.

Also, my parents believe that this store gives a different amount of food compared to belleview and colorado stores. belleview store apparently giving the most. so, we brought in a letter scale and weighed my dad’s bol: bol with rice, chicken, cheese, and including the aluminum top and cardboard bottom weighs 13 ounces at this store.

we’ll have to see how that stacks up against other stores.