Lockdown Day 60 (Belated): Risking My Life for a Bad Burrito
Yesterday was Day 60 of the lockdown here in the SF Bay Area. Two months. I celebrated it by risking my life to eat a bad burrito.
It had been 2 weeks since I'd had a meal from outside the house. I yearned for something different. So I made a run to Chipotle.
Understand, Chipotle is/was not my first choice. I would have much preferred a burrito from Una Mas, even, but the store near us has been closed since the start of the lockdown. Yay for them, actually. And better than either of them would be the local taqueria a few miles away. But the Chipotle is next to one of the grocery stores I shop so I've seen it open & doing take-out business. That planted the seed of a bad (burrito) idea.
Chipotle was doing brisker business than I anticipated yesterday evening. When I arrived there were a bunch of people standing/sitting just inside the front door. At first I thought, "WTF, are they allowing dine-in now??!" but then I recognized that they were all waiting. They were DoorDash-er types waiting to pick up online orders. I chuckled to myself that I wasn't sure which was worse- going to Chipotle to get a crummy burrito, or paying someone to bring one to you.
There were a few carryout customers ahead of me in line. All wearing masks and practicing social distancing, I was happy to note. Well, mostly wearing masks. The woman in front of me pulled hers down below her nose. I thought about saying something to her; then I noticed that she had a big nose. Her small mask likely wasn't comfortable for her. I let it lie and stayed my distance.
The line moved slowly. I could see from an order board on the wall that there were at least a dozen online orders in the queue in addition to the 4 of us in line. The team of line workers were making 3-4 online orders for every one walk-in customer they served.
I got my burrito and drove back home. Once I started eating it was everything I hoped for... and worse. 🤣 Bland ingredients, tough meat, and all room-temperature from moving slowly through the queue and then the drive home. At least the guacamole I ordered on the side was good. I shared it with Hawk with a bag of chips from our pantry. So that's the story of how on Day 60 I risked my life for a crummy burrito.
It had been 2 weeks since I'd had a meal from outside the house. I yearned for something different. So I made a run to Chipotle.
Understand, Chipotle is/was not my first choice. I would have much preferred a burrito from Una Mas, even, but the store near us has been closed since the start of the lockdown. Yay for them, actually. And better than either of them would be the local taqueria a few miles away. But the Chipotle is next to one of the grocery stores I shop so I've seen it open & doing take-out business. That planted the seed of a bad (burrito) idea.
Chipotle was doing brisker business than I anticipated yesterday evening. When I arrived there were a bunch of people standing/sitting just inside the front door. At first I thought, "WTF, are they allowing dine-in now??!" but then I recognized that they were all waiting. They were DoorDash-er types waiting to pick up online orders. I chuckled to myself that I wasn't sure which was worse- going to Chipotle to get a crummy burrito, or paying someone to bring one to you.
There were a few carryout customers ahead of me in line. All wearing masks and practicing social distancing, I was happy to note. Well, mostly wearing masks. The woman in front of me pulled hers down below her nose. I thought about saying something to her; then I noticed that she had a big nose. Her small mask likely wasn't comfortable for her. I let it lie and stayed my distance.
The line moved slowly. I could see from an order board on the wall that there were at least a dozen online orders in the queue in addition to the 4 of us in line. The team of line workers were making 3-4 online orders for every one walk-in customer they served.
I got my burrito and drove back home. Once I started eating it was everything I hoped for... and worse. 🤣 Bland ingredients, tough meat, and all room-temperature from moving slowly through the queue and then the drive home. At least the guacamole I ordered on the side was good. I shared it with Hawk with a bag of chips from our pantry. So that's the story of how on Day 60 I risked my life for a crummy burrito.