Lately, I have become somewhat addicted to burritos. I think I have had one at least once a week for the past two months.
The problem, though some might see it as an advantage, is that you have to instruct the staff on how to make it. While I am good at this at Harvey’s and Subway, I am less confident at a burrito place. Maybe it has something to do with the difference in ingredients. I am not saying they are particularly exotic–but I don’t come across them every day.
In a previous post, I might have explained that I usually have a hard time deciding on restaurant meals. I can usually get it down to a couple of choice, but then get a bit stuck. Thanks to a book on making decisions, I usually ask the waitress/waiter for a recommendation. Generally this has worked pretty well for me and letting go of this responsibility has been quite liberating.
As a result, I have been employing the same technique to my burrito. When the ask me what I want, I specify the meat (chicken) the tortilla (whole wheat) and brown rice. After that, I tell them to make the best burrito they can.
Sometimes, like tonight, it throws the staff a little bit. They wonder if I am serious. I am deadly serious.
Last week, at a different place….an international franchise with a slightly scandalous past, the staff were quite interested in what I was doing. He was surprised, but he was quite amused by the challenge. He boasted that if I didn’t like what he assembled it would be free. His co-workers were rather surprised by this. Perhaps worried is a better word. They might have assumed I would say I didn’t like it just to get a free meal. Nothing could be farther than the truth. Even if it had been bad, I wouldn’t have demanded my money back. I abdicated my responsibility of assembling it. I was also looking to be introduced to someone else’s idea of a good meal. As it turned out, it was awesome. I mean, the person works there, and probably eats there all the time. How could it be other wise.