after dinner sneeze

t says: Last week, also at the recommendation the Flake-loving friend, I visited Mexicali in West Philly.  Mexicali has some sort of complicated history with a food truck that was or was not open for a certain amount of time – I have no idea.  The story was told to me, but I wasn’t paying attention because I was too busy ingesting this:

This, my friends, is a chicken burrito.  It looks like every other burrito at first glance (i.e. a mish-mash of stuff shoved in a tortilla).  However, you’ll notice that towards the left-hand side of the burrito, there’s a lot of “golden brown” – it looks like extra tortilla folds or something.  But it’s not.  It’s french fries.  That’s right:

“Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly be any more filling … you go and do something like this …”

So Mexicali shoves fries into their ?San Diego? burritos – and they’re pretty damn good fries, too – nice and crispy, not soft and soggy like at Greek Lady.  The meat and veggies were tasty, but really, it’s the addition of fries that totally steal the show.  I consumed the entirety of the burrito, and soon felt the after-effects as I nearly fell alseep standing up while at work.  These things are dangerous.  My recommendation: don’t operate heavy machinery after eating this burrito.

PS  That bottle that says “Fred” is a bottle of water.  I have no idea why it’s named Fred, but it’s pretty funny, right?