Salvation Lies Within

Trying to catch up on my blog posts here with my sporadic-at-best internet connection is about as calming as sitting in rush hour traffic on your way to the airport, trying to catch a flight which you're already late for. Yes, there's a theme to these posts.

Turns out there exists a single, redeeming benefit to schlepping my life 350 miles west on occasion: Chipotle. Ahh, the famous burrito joint known throughout the triathlon community as the refueling pit of choice. Being a burrito aficionado of sorts, my pulse-quickened the moment I saw the discreet sign proudly displaying the brand C-H-I-P-O-T-L-E as I rolled through town the other night (lost). Yes, that's right, without any of these fine establishments in NY, I've been unable to share with the masses the joy of brute-forcing a burrito from the big C. Yet here in Ohiah, virtually right underneath my nose no less, I was able to find one right on the corner of Cornell and Reed-Hartman. I might add that the adjoining Caribou Coffee makes a damn good cup of Joe to boot.

After a recovery run (read: "survival jog," from putting in a hard twenty 48 hours prior) out and about in the hot mid-western sun, I grabbed hold of a chicken and black bean Chipotle special and went to town. Seven pounds later, I reflected on the demolition before me with one solid conclusion: I ate too much but, damn, was it worth it.

A real slice of mexicano for sure, although (and I'm going to catch heat for this one from all you Chipotle fanatics) despite all the hype and regardless of all the buzz I've heard, I have to say that indeed Chipotle is good, but Moe's remains superior. Moe's boasts a better rice, a slightly more flavorful guacamole, and less intense, yet better spiced chicken. So while Chipotle will remain my "home away from home" for some time to come, I'll always stay true to my one and only Moe's.

Hasta luego.