Sorry for the delay.

I'm three burritos behind now. Or maybe ahead, depending on how you look at it. I've eaten three since the last post. The first was a Cascada burrito, which was excellent yet unbloggable, thanks to my horrible photography. So Raj and I will have to go back there some time.

The next was El Sombrero Tacqueria, 2101 University Ave, the Berk.


















I ate here a lot when I first got to Berkeley, the housing market was horrible, and I was stuck at Francisco & MLK. It wasn't stellar, but as I rediscovered a few days ago, it wasn't horrible, either. Here's the first carnitas burrito I ever got there:



























No foil, broken tortilla. It would seem to be a repeat of the Pico Paco incident, where the filling must be too dry to cause trouble when the foil is forgotten. Thing is. . .



























They just don't give a fuck. I mean, first, we have way too much rice that falls all over the place. Then, their spicy (read : not spicy. Tasty, but not spicy) salsa adds a lot of moisture to the burrito, so my hands got dirty eating both halves. I think I've said all I have to say about salsa in squeeze bottles. There's nothing really special about anything but the salsa they added behind the counter, but there is a lot of food in a Sombrero burrito. I had to take a pretty long walk before returning to the office.

The view out the window is the intersection of University and Shattuck, but the view inside is a bit nicer :





















A few days later, I went to the city for sneakers. Mine are near death. Since they didn't have my size (I have X-tra wide feet), I'm still killing them, so you'll see them when I finally lay them to rest. I was hungry, so I walked up Sutter until I found a place. I don't have a picture because I left too thirsty to do anything but grab a can of root beer from across the street, forgetting about the obligatory sign picture in the process. I really like water, you see, so I'm loathe to pay for soft drinks when I think I can get home to my tap water without them.

Anyway, I think I went to La Mexicana, 969 Sutter, the Fran. The kitchen is eerily transparent. You're separated from the ingredients by a pane of glass and a yard of air. At no point in the creation of your burrito is your line of sight obscured, even by the burritologist behind the counter. I looked at the selection of meats and wasn't able to decide which were the carnitas, but I did pick the tantalizing chunks that I hoped were. As chance would have it, I was right!

I had to order a California burrito, as I prefer whole beans. It's the same price as a regular burrito with refritos and even comes with cheese. Naturally, I refused the cheese. She tried to give me guacamole, but that would be cheating, too. She made up for it with a couple really generous scoops of salsa fresca. The added moisture plus the puny little knife provided led to the following mishap :
























Squirt bottles, grr. Here's the view to help you confirm or deny that I found the place I think I found.