I live near by.
I love me some burritos.
I love me some carnitas.
I love me some carnitas burritos.
I have a healthy fear of carnitas, but not from here.
Lil' dirty, (not like nasty, but obviously not OCC about shit here), little hokey inside ('cept the bathroom door - art nouveau shit is tiiiiight) - putting my Bob Ross hat on for a min... I'd say a wee bit o' nepotism is prevalent; e.g. someone's neurotic auntie got the nod to hang their interpretation of modern 'Mehican'. Regardless, I'll be god damned if I'm not here at least once a week.
Open at the butt crack o' dawn (6:30am) slinging chorizo and egg 'ritos, delivering scrumtacular nacho-quesadi-lladas at night (like 5:30pm - 9:00pm...ish). Set the bong down, and give em' a call.
Repeat after me: 'I'd like the carnitas burrito'
Skadoosh