Day 3, Burrito 7Shrimp, guacamole, rice, and black beansSan Jalisco, 901 S. Van Ness Avenue (at 20th St.)
A bunch of Airbnb friends decided to get together for dinner at Limón Rotisserie, a Peruvian fine dining establishment that consistently rates among the top 100 restaurants in San Francisco and which has been described by the San Francisco Bay Guardian with words like “splendid,” “eminently shareable,” and “a little sugar (maybe from orange juice) might have helped pull the marinade into better trim and more complexity.”  Constrained as I was by my diet, I sat there sipping sangria with my compatriots while they looked through the menu and decided amongst tasty-sounding dishes like empanadas, ceviche, and jalea.
I was the first to order.  This is how the conversation went:
Waiter: Hi, are you ready to order?me: Hi.  So this might seem kind of strange, but I’m currently on a strict burrito-only diet [waiter raises his eyebrow], and so I can only eat something if it’s wrapped in a tortilla.  Would you guys have any tortillas in the back or something that I can wrap around one of these items on the menu?Waiter [in a huffy sort of tone]: No, we have no tortillas.  We are not Mexican.me: Ah.  Yes.  Yes, I can see that.Waiter [disdainfully]: If what you want is a burrito, you can go across the street.
Which I did, and then returned triumphantly to Limón to snarf it down in front of all those fine diners.  Gentility be damned, there’s a burrito challenge on.

Day 3, Burrito 7
Shrimp, guacamole, rice, and black beans
San Jalisco, 901 S. Van Ness Avenue (at 20th St.)

A bunch of Airbnb friends decided to get together for dinner at Limón Rotisserie, a Peruvian fine dining establishment that consistently rates among the top 100 restaurants in San Francisco and which has been described by the San Francisco Bay Guardian with words like “splendid,” “eminently shareable,” and “a little sugar (maybe from orange juice) might have helped pull the marinade into better trim and more complexity.”  Constrained as I was by my diet, I sat there sipping sangria with my compatriots while they looked through the menu and decided amongst tasty-sounding dishes like empanadas, ceviche, and jalea.

I was the first to order.  This is how the conversation went:

Waiter: Hi, are you ready to order?
me: Hi.  So this might seem kind of strange, but I’m currently on a strict burrito-only diet [waiter raises his eyebrow], and so I can only eat something if it’s wrapped in a tortilla.  Would you guys have any tortillas in the back or something that I can wrap around one of these items on the menu?
Waiter [in a huffy sort of tone]: No, we have no tortillas.  We are not Mexican.
me: Ah.  Yes.  Yes, I can see that.
Waiter [disdainfully]: If what you want is a burrito, you can go across the street.

Which I did, and then returned triumphantly to Limón to snarf it down in front of all those fine diners.  Gentility be damned, there’s a burrito challenge on.


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