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| - My office decided to hop on the trendy bus and bring a bunch of food trucks for lunch to give our local cafeteria a run for their money. I joined my coworkers downstairs while I battled the Arizona cold (so dramatic!) for some lunch.
About a million hours later, (25mins), all 4 of us got our food and sat down to review our food truck experience. One of them was the chicken burrito with a side of chips and salsa for a total of $7.
In case you're wondering what on earth is Native American about a burrito and chips, my answer would be nothing. Emersons' answer might be the chips, which are made from the fry bread dough. Although I usually love fry bread, these chips didn't work out. They were over salted, became soggy within seconds and the side salsa was watery and had no flavor.
On with the burrito. The burrito was not Native American, but it wasn't Mexican either. The best way that I can describe its flavor is: chicken-pot pie with beans. The chicken was really soft but incredibly bland and resembling baby food. There was no seasoning and no color. The chicken was also accompanied by a weird creamy sauce, some greens and the pinto beans. It was a very strange burrito, and not in a good way. The portion was good (well, all burritos are huge by design), but not something I would spend $7 on again.
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