Oh you. I want you inside me. I want to be on you. I want you morning, noon, and night. I lust for you.
OK so, like, maybe you aren't more than glorified Chipotle. But you are so spicy. You are so delicious and mixed up in your whole wheat tortilla. Smothered in Yucateco brown. Swaddled in guac. Smoldering between grains of brown rice. Dripping with green chile and potato. These are things that I need.
But I can't have any of them because I am in St. Louis.