There are no real burritos in Portland. This is a fact, despite any words to the contrary that a certain Jeff Veen might offer. His words on the subject are incredible, helped in no part by the fact that there are no real burritos in Portland.
It's possible that Jeff may have mistaken my craving for real burritos as a real burrito. That possibility by itself has 7 layers of disturbing images, none of which include the Taco Bell 7 Layer Burrito. Not only is it not a burrito, it has layers much like a pile of dirty socks has layers, and I do not eat dirty socks.
I also miss my San Francisco friends and would live to see everyone seeing me enjoy real burritos. So here's the plan:
On Thursday night, stop by El Farolito on 24th/mission, purchase a real burrito, and bring it over to the Latin American Club where you can consume it, drink Latin American Scotch, and remain as serious as possible until I've finished my burrito. Then Jeff will eat 3 burritos in one sitting, which he failed to do the last time we did this.
Added by elbowdonkey on September 13, 2007