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Weirdo. I'm a singer & an artist & a dancer trapped in the body of a girl who can't sing... or draw a straight line... or stop falling... I really fall down a lot. When I'm walking. When I'm standing. When I'm sitting. I'm even capable of doing it in bed. I love tattoos. I have new ones and still want a 7th. (Boys with tattoos?... sigh...) And I love piercings. But have removed most of mine. And I love the nighttime. It is indeed the right time. I think being brunette is the shit. And brown eyes are underrated. Word. I don't like banana or apple flavoured candies. I DO like actual bananas and apples. I very much dislike gobshites! I am afraid of sharks & ghosts, but not vending machines (the silent killer). I've moved a million times, including Oakville, Toronto, London, Dublin...

Monday, December 8, 2008

proper burritos

I have seen the light. In this burrito-crazy city, it is sometimes hard to wade through the plethora of burrito purveyors. But now I have a trick. I narrow it down to the ones that steam their shells. Job done. Case closed.

Tortilla steaming is key for an authentic burrito. And once you taste the difference, you can't go back to Burrito Boyz or Big Fat Burritos or Quesada and the like.

Now my list is short and oh so sweet.
  • Mission Burritos (The Grange Food Court by OCAD & AGO)
  • Chipotle (Yonge & Dundas).

Honestly. I'm usually quite verbose, but now I must insist briefly but firmly: take my word for it. I've fattened myself up for winter coming to this conclusion.

I want to marry the barbacoa beef burrito from Chipotle. I do.

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