You've got Chipotle's with their witty foil slogans.
You've got Pancheros with their....name?
And you've got Pablo's...the winner.
Pablo's is a local burrito shop that serves, as it's specialty, giant burritos. Today I had my standard Chicken burrito, rice, pinto beans, cheese, sour cream, pico de gallo salsa, and specialty salsa. End weight: 2lbs 14oz. Or at least that's what it felt like when I carried it back to my cube. I only had to switch carrying arms twice. With a rest to catch my breath at the half way point.
But now that it resides in the bottom of my stomach, I'm gonna say it was an easy 3lbs. Minimum. I'd like to see how far I could run with this lump of Mexicana goodness digesting in my innards. I bet I will be comatose by afternoon break.
I don't think I need to eat for a good three days or so. We could use two or three of these to patch the broken levees in New Orleans. Who needs a 15000 pound sandbag, when you can just plop a Pablo's burrito or two in there?
My land. I need to start a Pablo's Burrito Anonymous organization. PBA. Nah, that would tick the Pro Bowler's Association off.
Anyway, one of these days, I'll have the discipline to not finish a Pablo's burrito.
Editor's Note: During the creation of the above blog entry, the author was approached by a fellow employee who, having malicious intent, was armed with a bucket of chocolate chip cookies. Upon hearing the author's plea to politely decline, and the unfortunate circumstances that the author now finds himself in, the perpetrator proceeded to say, and I quote, "Just take two then."