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| - With each day that passes, my lust for burritos becomes more and more apparent. So, imagine my joy when I randomly drove past Mucho Burrito, a burrito joint that I hadn't tried yet. I wasn't expecting authenticity like many others scathe the chains for, but I was hoping for something tasty.
I give the place kudos for cleanliness. While I wasn't eating there, I certainly appreciated how presentable the place was, though dead at the time.
The woman serving me was little help. Being that there are 2 menu signs, one to your left, and one behind the server, it's confusing for a newb. Despite the fact that I was the only customer at that moment, I felt like I was seriously being rushed, and I didn't care for it at all. I quickly decided on a mucho burrito with chicken and steak, and before I could even start specifying my toppings, she dumped about six pounds of rice on it. I don't normally get rice, but I'm no ricist, so I let it slide. I picked out my usual suspect toppings, and anticipated the wait time while the burrito would be cooked. Hah, nope. She hands it to me as soon as the last topping was on. I suppose the toppings are kept warm in their stainless dungeons, and that may explain why the toppings didn't look all that fresh or inviting. The price was right (slightly more burrito than you would get for the same price at Burrito Boyz), but I was too suspicious of my new burrito friend to care.
Sure enough, not a damn thing stood out with this burrito. Every single topping was bland, and certainly not worth 10 bucks. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that Taco Bell's burritos are miles better than this lame-ass place, and that says a LOT.
And to add to the experience, some hours after consumption, I ended up a complete pukey mess. It took a few hours for the hell-wrap to vacate the premises, but it was enough damage to make my stomach sick for the next day as well. And to kick vagueness to the curb, I didn't eat or drink anything else that day, just water and this poor excuse for a 2nd rate option of a Mexican food lover's meal. Mucho Burrito is mucho no es bueno! Aye chihuahua!
Bonus kick in the cajones: I figured assigning my first ever 1-star review on Yelp was going to make me feel bad for whoever I was giving it to, but I draw the line at making me physically ill. Congrats, MB, you sub-par burrito putas get the "EEK!"
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