It Begins

"If I had to choose one word to describe you, it would be 'burrito.'"

- my old roommate Dave

I eat burritos. Lots of them. From tiny frozen burritos you can buy in $2.50 10-packs to fresh delicious behemoths dripping with lard and guacamole, I've tried them all. Or so I thought. Some time last fall, I boasted that I had eaten a burrito from every burreatery (it is so a word) within five miles of UC Berkeley. On the way home, a horrible thought struck me : what if I was wrong? I earnestly set out in search of a carne asada burrito I hadn't tasted yet and found quite a few. After a few weeks, however, the search became more difficult. I finally decided that my quest was complete enough when a 3 1/2 hour hunt through Oakland ended at a burrito truck on International Boulevard. "No más," came the plaintive cry from my aching feet. I no longer insisted on novelty and began frequenting the local burreateries again. Then I came across The Great Taco Hunt and realized I'd have to start from scratch, this time blogging carnitas burritos. My journey starts in little over an hour.