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Burrito Envy |
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TORONTO - I was watching the fire truck roll by Dundas Square the other day, licking my lips for fear of public drool, staring at the good looking, scruffy man on the way to put out some fire somewhere, making my taste buds quiver. I had burrito envy. The way it was wrapped onto itself, folded within the foil in that unmistakable way, mostly, but not totally, covered in a brown paper sack, packed unreasonably with greasy, fresh, delicious burrito goodness … it was obvious where it came from, and I immediately wanted one. Burrito Boyz is a Toronto institution. The addiction starts at 2am after a random night of drinking and/or dancing, totally unmemorable if it weren't for burrito heaven. As you pour out of the club or bar, into the street, and down, deep into the depths of the basement dive that is Burrito Boyz, you are forever, hopelessly, addicted. In their glory days, the owners of our favourite fast food dive had one location at Peter and Richmond, and one at Adelaide between Duncan and Simcoe. They have since had a very public split, one partner getting rights to the original name, and the other rights to the original location. You now have Burrito Bandidos (the unfortunate result of a consumer contest to rename) on Peter, and Burrito Boyz on Adelaide (it's also worthwhile to note that both owners have since expanded with locations outside the downtown core). Even though we were told emphatically that both locations still hold the recipe to our beloved post-boozing craving, those who know, know that along with the original name followed the original burrito - the Adelaide location is worth the extra few steps. They just make a better burrito. period. The small will satisfy your craving for $7 or so, but, for around $10, the large will ease your hangover, leave you with leftovers, and shut your mouth from uttering anything but 'mmmm' until you've licked every finger clean. Many live by the chicken, I myself indulge in the ground round (vegi) and yet others, who don't appreciate the sanctity of a burrito, opt for the halibut. Deep fried fish is meant for tartar and french fries, not wrapped in my tortilla, but to each their own. It's huge, it's cheap, it's fast (relatively speaking; at least it's worth the wait) and it's ridiculously good. Especially in the hands of a good-looking fireman. Time to stop envying, and start enjoying, d. |
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