Broke-Ass Porn: Burritos

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

There are few things more powerful within the mythology of the broke-ass than the burrito.  It’s a life sustaining thing.  Everyone knows that if you can get $5 together you can one, and for many of us a single burrito is good for two meals.  That is of course only if you live in California or the southwest.

So strong is the pull of the burrito that people who’ve never even been out west, show up on our golden shores already craving one.  They are blessed things.

I know for myself, anytime I spend more than a few days outside of California, I start fantasizing about burritos.  Last time I left the country for an extended period of time, my girlfriend met me at the airport with one because she knew how important it was.  A broke-ass without burritos is a very sad broke-ass indeed.

But there is one specific kind of burrito that trumps the rest, and up until recently, it could only be found in San Diego.  This is the California Burrito, one of mankind’s truly triumphant creations, and is a case study in “not fucking around”.  All it is is carne asada, cheese, salsa, guacamole, and french fries.  Yes you read that right, french fries.  There’s no rice, no beans, no filler of any kind, just pure deliciousness.  And the best part, is that they usually run about $3.00 and are almost impossible to finish.  Leftovers are my favorite meal of the day.  One thing though, don’t give me that shit about “hey that’s not authentic Mexican food man!” because that’s bullshit.  Burritos were invented in the US anyways.

So now it’s your turn.  Where’s your favorite place in the world to get a burrito?  Mine is El Cotixan on Clairemont Mesa Blvd. in San Diego.  I’d sell you out for a Cotixan California Burrito without thinking twice.