Burrito & My Mexican Connections

We would all tend to forget Ex’s(she was a Desi don’t mistake her for a Latina)  just for the reason the compatibility did not work out, But can any one of us be sure that they have really forgotten them (Hope my Wife doesn’t read this part of my blog)  looks like I would be grounded for a week, I should be honest here that I haven’t forgotten her not for the rosy moments, But its really hard for me to come out of a particular date, it happens to be the one at the Big Apple, off course there were numerous ones, this one particular one was a lunch date at 34^th Street at Manhattan, Even though I have been to parts of Mexico before, as well as dined at exquisite places be it a roadside eatery or flashy restaurants  the home of Enchiladas and Burritos, “Chipotle” the very name of the eatery we visited that day had distinct feel to it, or may be the cuisine itself; far lurks with the flirtation of the tropical buds, which reminded me of the cuisines in my mother country

My after work hours at Philadelphian Mexican Post was equally charming with my pal Paul for company for Billiards along with some Mexican delicacies were also fresh,

Burritos, Enchiladas, Chimichangas & Quesadillas have all been my nemesis at my stint at the Mexican nights of theme dinners on my early days in Carnival cruise lines, I was more expecting a known deal while my visit here with my Ex,

If you walk into Chipotle on 34th Street in Manhattan at lunchtime, you will have to wait in line. Behind a counter, workers assemble burritos and tacos and nothing else in an impressively streamlined production line. Fresh tortillas are heated on a griddle, then piled with fillings like rice flecked with fresh cilantro, naturally raised Nyman Ranch pork and organic beans. Burritos, good-tasting if bulky, are rolled by the hundred. The riotous crowd of lunch goers sits at steel-topped tables on plywood chairs; rock music pours from speakers. It’s not just a busy day in a busy city restaurant; it's also a chance to witness and taste a shift in American fast food. Chipotle (pronounced, like the dried, smoked jalapeño, chi-POAT-lay) was too hot to handle apologize my cliché, it’s meant to my partner.

As I walked down an array of condiments were put forth in front of my eyes, it was so colorful and had a distinct aroma which the Pico Di Gallio and all the other salsas carried out. The Arroz was plenty, plenty to the core that it was lavishly spread over the tortillas with a smear of sour cream and a choice of those natural bulky pulled pork which they said was farm raised, the Pico di Gaio or commonly known as salsa whose literal translation means beak of a crow, guess it served the name not that it was shaped so, it actually means that even a crow could taste from its beak, The Salsas were plenty and so were the accompaniments, That’s when I fell in love not with the one who laid across the table (which I could term as a Lie) but with those on the table.