I’ll admit it was good, better than most I’ve had in the Bay Area, but I’m completely underwhelmed.
It was equal to say... a “meh” Xbertos experience. No not cause of rice and beans “all filler no killer.” They leave rice out and had decent ratios—it just wasn’t special. Oh and it was fucking $14 and about half the size of what you get in SD.
Every place a Bay native suggests is “the best”.... “straight fire”... “dude you gotta try this”.... Maybe next time... the 5 year Bay Burrito journey continues...
JohnnyMopper is hanging out at a park. The vibe is electric. All these groovy young people are hanging out and there’s people with acoustic guitars and bongos and JohnnyMopper thinks “I’m not in Grand Falls, anymore!” Someone is passing a joint around and the smell of the reefer is just about as exotic as the rest of this crazy summer day. JohnnyMopper is passed the joint. He inhales and his thoughts immediately mellow. His uncle wants him to work at his hardware store in Mission. He’s not offering much money but it’s a shot at life in the city. The world feels like it belongs to JohnnyMopper. He can be whatever he wants and life feels like pure potential. This gorgeous woman approaches him. She is exotic. Dark skin. Lovely. Her tie-dyed dress looks handmade and she sizes up JohnnyMopper. “Aren’t you a big, strong lad,” she says, and caresses his arm and JohnnyMopper smiles. “Why don’t you come by my apartment and give me a hand with something.” She explains the door to her bedroom squeaks and she’s hoping he can do something in the bedroom to get it lubed up. JohnnyMopper pipes up excited - “Hey! Why don’t you come by Mopper Hardware tomorrow! I’ll set you up with some excellent door grease!” The hippy girl pouts and walks away shaking her head. “What a place!” JohnnyMopper thinks. “I’m going to have so many adventures here!”
