All this place needs is a few tables, a tequila bar and free gas and I'd move right in. The red chile burrito? Squeeze me? Heaven wrapped in a flour tortillas mis amigos. Rickie says it's the closest he's found to San Antonio style burritos. And. Well. If I can bring home a burrito that satisfies my man and reminds him of home....well, let's just say O Freakin Lay Baby! And by lay, I mean, well, tu sabes loco, tu sabes!!!
So...
Burritos from Chevron + Thomas + Rickie = noise complaints from our neighbors.
Adios, bye bye y hasta la pasta!