Recently I consumed a burrito that was the size and density of an iron brick. Ever since then, I have felt the need to share my gastronomical discomfort with everyone I see. (Misery loves company after all.) Never was I so thankful for my talent for boring, pointless anecdotes than when I relayed this fascinating story to the ever-funny JJ. He directed me to an alarming and absorbing website that covers the San Francisco 'burrito scene,' ranking each Mexican (meat) loaf on a mustache scale and providing links to each establishment's record of health code violations. It's awesome.Burrito Eater.
