A Square Burrito
Today Picoso rolled me a square burrito. It was fat and squat and wide. I didn’t think this sort of burrito was physically possible, but they’ve got a new teenage burrito shaper with a knack for the improbable.
I was a little apprehensive: would it taste good? Inside it was compartmentalized like a chest of drawers. The beans were in the top drawer. The lettuce was in the bottom drawer. The guacamole was on top of the lettuce. The rice was above that. The cheese filled a few separate drawers. Thankfully I never found a drawer full of sour cream.
I sat in the breezeway at the Epicurious Garden in the Gourmet Ghetto drowning my cubic burrito in green salsa while back in the garden area a woman sat crying near the simulated stream and at the end of the corridor dudes in goatees and earrings and wraparound sunglasses said dude, it’s really f’d up that B of A just bought Meryl Lynch.