eureka!

i have found the california burrito in los angeles. that baby seems to be indigenous to san diego, but if it that were true why wouldn't they just call it the 'san diego burrito.' tonight matt, akanksha and i hit up benito's on santa monica, and after 15 minutes of waiting in line, i saw an 8.5 by 11" printout on the cash register that said, 'try our NEW California Burrito! beef, potato, and cheddar cheese!' i wanted to cry. i thought that the only way i would get my hands on a california burrito was to drive to santana's, but those days of backward-thinking are over. los angeles, the greatest motherfucking city in the world, now has the california burrito. and now i can get it any time of the day. bless you, benito's, bless your little heart out of whose goodness comes this fine morsel of mexican food. you use regular old diced potatoes instead of french fries, and guac is extra, but i still love you.

Antoine Doinel would like the California Burrito.