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| - In the office, Fiesta Burrito is aptly known as "across the street." Kind of like, "How about across the street?" "Yeah, I could do across the street, today." If I ever said, "How about Fiesta Burrito?" I would get, "Where's that?" Then I would have to say, "You know, across the street." And the response would be, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place."
The primary reason we eat at "across the street" is because it is convenient - it's across the street. And in the immortal words of my most quotable co-worker, "It is fast, cheap, and good -- no questions asked." The part about it being good is debatable. I could do with a little less greasy. Fast, no question. And despite that fact that "across the street" charges 60 cents for spicy carrots now, the prices are low. I like the chorizo plate with a side of sour cream, although I might start branching out as we eat at "across the street" way too much, and I'm getting tired of always having the same thing.
At just above a dive, I would call it a hole in the wall, but really, it is just a generic Mexican joint that hides in plain sight. Even the name is rather plain as no one can seem to remember it. There is a smallish, generic inside dining area, which is accompanied by a small, generic patio for outside dining. Some high school students seem to come by for lunch leave. The staff is polite. Until they move or I no longer work across the street, I'll be a regular.
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