Lots of places to find authentic burritos in Chicago, but I still prefer Chipotle Mexican Grill.
Chicken with black beans, corn, salsa, hot sauce and guacamole (yes, I know it cost extra) is how I roll.
Trying to eat the whole thing without spilling a single drop is a weird habit of mine, and it’s not often that I pull it off.
Tonight I gobbled one down to about the last three bites before it completely fell apart–call it a four napkin cleanup.
That burrito was looking a lot like the Cubs this season: plenty of good stuff on the inside, but a real mess towards the end.