We all love Chipotle. The soft flour tortilla overflowing with fluffy rice, juicy pepper and onions, mushy beans, succulent tender meats, spicy salsa, gooey guacamole and semi-melted jack cheese. My keyboard is covered in drool just thinking about it. My friend, the Steak Burrito with red salsa (hot), pinto beans and cheese, is probably the stupidest thing to eat the night before a job interview. The song “Tainted Love” springs into my head.
I arrived in College Park for a job interview in Arlington. Meeting up with my bros we drank some Buds (heavy, not light), got hungry and went to that old standby: the Greenbelt Chipotle. A straight shot up MD-193 with the omnipresent danger of hitting a day laborer crossing Greenbelt Road makes the sizzling scent of Chipotle all the more enticing. The fact that you may very well murder a Mexican en route to eat Mexican food somehow makes the burrito that much tastier. But I digress… We got our Chipotle, somehow managed not to eat it in the car and made our way back to 8802, a house so filled with empty beer bottles and cans that a homeless man buy his way off the street if he discovered that Shangri-la of recyclables. I forgot, this post is about the dangers of Chipotle…I’ll stay on topic. Chipotle finished, some more Bud time followed by bed time. Up early for the long Metro (Green + Orange) to Arlington, VA.