I should have heeded the repeated warnings, but the cravings ultimately overpowered my sensibilities. Last night, Dana, Dave and I went to a Mexican joint in Brooklyn. Despite their time tested advice that the carne asada tacos were the only passable item on the menu, I threw caution to the wind and went with a burrito. The verdict? Meh. I fail to grasp why creating decent Mexican food is so complicated. All of the required ingredients were present, yet the burrito fell totally flat on its face.
If anyone ever opens a Southern California style Mexican place out here, they will make a killing. As for me, I guess I'm going to have to wait another three weeks before my cravings are fulfilled.