Really, your palate is so refined that you can tell the difference between lettuces even when they’re smothered in sour cream?
What’s with the line? You don’t have eight minutes?
Ah, O.K., you trust no man who orders his lunch by fax.
And you went to U.C.L.A. and spent your junior year in Oaxaca, and once you’ve tasted the real thing, you can’t just eat at Chipotle.
Besides, burritos aren’t even really Mexican, and don’t get you started on burrito bowls.
Two bucks extra for guacamole?
Here is a delightful Shouts and Murmurs piece about Chipotle, if you’re into that (and why wouldn’t you be, unless you went to U.C.L.A. and spent your junior year in Oaxaca).
Photo: Slam Szapucki