|Enough colour for you?!|
I ate a lot of burritos a long time ago, in the Mission District of San Francisco, at the fag-end of a round the world gap-yah type thing. I was skint, and they were cheap, generous and, once I'd sussed out where to get a good one, delicious. A decent burrito is a fine thing, offering the promise of a multifaceted line up of flavoursome foodstuffs, crammed into soft tortilla. Perfect fast food, basically.
After a hard day's fannying about getting not much done in town (can you believe Wilkos don't have growbags?! I know!), we were ready for a consolatory meal. So low were our spirits that we considered Burger King, before I remembered that we hadn't been back to try Zapatista's since it opened. Back then, I thought the burrito was basically good, if a bit meagre for the price, the staff seeming a bit timid with the produce in front of them. I can report that things are now ticking along just fine.
|A gob's-eye view of the pork burrito|