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Chipotle rivals other pleasures
By Andy Rennecke
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Thursday, February 13, 2003
Andy Rennecke -- Staff Essay
I can smell that sweet aroma from a mile away.
The smell of that freshly cooked rice makes my mouth water. The scent of chicken and steak just make my taste buds explode with anticipation. And once you sink your teeth into that soft burrito shell you're in heaven.
No, you've not just read an advertisement for Taco Bell. I'm talking about the burritos made by the best Mexican eatery in history, Chipotle.
This "Mexican Subway" if you will, offers up some of the best food I've ever tasted and it's becoming habit forming for me.
I now find myself going over to Waite Park about four times a week now and ordering a chicken or steak burrito. While I have food in my apartment, I just can't resist the sweet temptation of this place that haunts my very being.
More and more I see college kids, either from SCSU or St. John's, in long lines at this establishment waiting for their burst of pure pleasure. It's like Chipotle is a cult, and we are the drones drawn to it like white trash to Jerry Springer.
I'm beginning to wonder if the restaurant itself is putting something in the burritos themselves. Some kind of ancient Mexican drug perhaps that keeps people coming back for more and more?
Even Ozzy Osbourne is addicted to Chipotle burritos. On a recent episode of his family's reality television show, the Ozz man kept going back for more and more until his digestive system nearly exploded. I'm sure fans of the show will always remember his mumbled sentence of, "Does anyone want a burrito?"
Sometimes I wish I had never been introduced to this wonderland that is located in the Rainbow Foods Plaza on Hwy. 15.
Last year, a girl that I was sort of dating at the time, forced me into this paradise. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
She helped me order a chicken burrito, because I was unaware of the style in which you had to order them at the time.
As soon as I went through the line, we sat down and I proceeded to envelop this huge monstrosity faster than I would a strawberry jelly and cheese sandwich. After that, I had officially become a Chipotle follower.
Before I was enlightened of Chipotle's powerful emphasis on tastiness, I stuck mostly with the strawberry jelly and cheese sandwiches. Hey, I grew up on them, what can I say?
If one good thing came out of that relationship with that particular girl, it was that I was introduced to a new love. Now that new love has become an addiction. I spend way too much money on these burritos and I know I must stop. However, when you're addicted it's hard to say no.
Currently, I have my roommates hooked. They now join me on a weekly basis for the two mile jaunt on 2nd Street (the record over there is three minutes from Campus Knoll II).
The one thing that hasn't hurt me by constantly eating there is an expanded waistline. I'm still my typical 205 pounds of raw manliness.
You eat this gigantic hunk of food and you don't get fat! It's more amazing than Clay Henry's weight loss from mowing down Subway sandwiches.
So I say this for all of you unfortunate souls who have never been to this dreamland with tin covered walls and a reddish clay floor: ditch whatever you're eating right now and go to Chipotle (no Chipotle did not pay me any money behind the table to write this).
While it may become an unfortunate habit that costs some extra cash, it's more than well worth it once you're downing the best thing you will ever eat.
Chicken good... rice good... soft shell of a burrito... better than sex.
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