In Which I Cost My Brother Even More Money

After the Downtown Bakery II experience, my bro got a salad and we walked off our respective lunches to build up an appetite for a dinnertime burrito at . . .

Pacifico,

269 Pacific St, NYC. I totally forgot about getting a shot of the sign, so a larger font will have to do. I did manage to steal a tiny photo of the outside from nymag.com :






If I recall correctly, our table was semi-outdoors. We had something over our heads, but I think there were only a few posts between our table and the street. I should really write my reviews within a week of the dining experience.

The margarita may have been another factor in the slipshod nature of this review. Pacifico has $6 margaritas, cheap for New York. Here's how I managed to have my brother pay $8 instead :
I ordered a margarita and the waitress asked what kind of tequila I wanted. Not having a clue about tequila (other than "tequila is bad news," a lesson we all learn at some point in our lives), I asked her which kinds were available. I found the list on the menu while she was reading it and ordered the cheapest kind by name so as not to look like a guy who orders the cheapest kind because he's a cheap bastard. You see, I figured that if I let on that I know nothing about tequila, they'd try to save a few bucks by making my margarita with antifreeze instead. I should have just ordered the house margarita, the one advertised next to the $6 figure, instead of putting everyone through a transparent charade in which I feign cluefulness. The margarita she brought me was pretty tasty.

Returning to an area in which I'm not such a naif, I present to you half of Pacifico's carnitas burrito :






The other half was out of focus. The innards were pretty standard. The meat wasn't as tender as it could have been. As you can see, the tortilla is the distinguishing feature of this burrito. There was a nagging familiarity about the burnt toritlla that I figured out two-thirds of the way through the burrito : it reminded me of naan. If you've had naan with some black spots and black toast, you'll recall that the former has a delightful crunch and a rich, nutty flavor while the latter isn't fit for the cat. The tortilla, it turns out, is another one of the bread products you can burn without ruining. Kudos to Pacifico for this discovery; I hope more burreateries take their lead.

Miscellaneous notes : Pacifico offers the green stuff, which is no longer in my fridge, as I've killed the bottle. None of the three local grocery stores carry Kutbil-Ik, so I'll be hiking to the West Berk or Fruitvale to find a bottle. Pacifico has great music, thanks to the thin walls separating it from Trout next door. Trout is a cute little bar itself, but they don't offer carnitas burritos.

UPDATE: Reader ninti alerted me to the following picture, ganked off some other blog :