When you’re really hungry, a common order is a burrito…and a taco just in case. It’s kind of like a beer back. You’ve got it there just in case the liquor needs an assist. I stopped into El Paisano on Division and Artesian – in a ravenous state. Ordered a steak burrito, she rung me up. As preparations were underway, I returned the register and explained I’d better get a steak taco, too. She smiled and said “Just in case.” She knew. Nice lady. The food was beyond nice. Take a look:
Good green. Good red, too. Wanna see inside my burrito? Okay:
All that in stuff in there. It’s called goodness. Steak goodness. Enjoy, paisano.