This absolutely breaks my heart. I wanted to love this place. I was born and raised in central California, so I basically have hot sauce for blood and I'm sure at least one organ is actually a burrito. Here's how my experience went down.
Reading the wall menu, the dude at the counter becomes obviously annoyed at me not knowing immediately what I wanted. (Awesome.) I ask what the veggie special is and he points to another sign.
HEY PITTSBURGH, USE YOUR DAMN WORDS.
I forget that it's really cool to be uppity for no reason around here, so I move on. I blurt out something resembling an order and wait.
I dive into the burrito in my car because I just got off a 13 hour shift and damn it, I deserve a car burrito.
Bite one. HOLY. %*$@!! This is the best tortilla I have had since leaving CA. I'm getting really pumped. Next bite. WOOOAH this Smokey hot sauce is damn good, DAMN GOOD. Third bite. Plain white rice. Ok odd choice whatever. "BBQ mushroom"...crunch. Ouch. Mushrooms shouldn't have mega crunchy parts.
No extra charge for guac...because it tastes like green water. The only positives were the tortilla and the chipotle hot sauce. The rest was incredibly disappointing.
I'll deal with uppity people in the food world if the product is damn good. I thought I'd give it another shot, but the fact of me running to the toilet as soon as I got home is going to prevent that from happening.