see why i miss chipotle? look at the size of that burrito! you could seriously wound someone with one of those if you were to be met by thugs in an alley after stopping for your weekly chicken fajita burrito. hey, now there’s an advertising campaign! i should email them again and tell them about that, and beg for a vancouver location.
so, minnesota. it was really nice. it’s very pretty, especially the twin cities of minneapolis and st. paul. somehow i totally lucked out with the weather because it was a blissful 25°C (that’s 76°F) with a steady breeze almost the entire time i was there, which is exactly right for summer.
i made a big deal of the fact that if you drive five minutes in any direction, you find endless fields of corn. they made fun of me, but it really was quite astounding. considering i’m a city girl and the geography hereabouts doesn’t lend itself to agriculture (unless you take an hour’s drive east to chilliwack), i’m not accustomed to that much corn so close to where people live and work. that being said, i feel a sudden urge to go run around a corn maze or five to prolong the minnesotan sensation.
You have to drive 5 minutes in any direction from where I live, which is already out in the middle of a bunch of farms. From the cities themselves, you have to drive quite a bit farther :P
I know it’s probably a poor substitute for Chipotle – but have you tried Steamrollers?
i have to agree with dor, i think 5 minutes in any direction for corn is a bit of an exaggeration. i never really see corn during my daily life, except when i drive by the U of MN’s st. paul campus, because they have some test fields for the agriculture students.
non-minnesota readers please note: i haven’t yet gotten to the part where the minnesotans made fun of, mocked and teased me relentlessly during my stay. this is just another example. please do not believe them. there is corn EVERYWHERE in minnesota. really.
clearly her canadian mind has been weakend by all the minnesota goodness. clearly, heather cannot comprehend space and time anymore. i was afraid this was gonna happen.
btw, what a sexxy couch that burrito is laying upon.
i think it’s post traumatic stress disorder caused by the relentless psychological torture.
this picture would relly mean something if it were my shoe sitting next to the burrito.
oops. i meant to say it would reAlly mean something…if it was my shoe sitting next to THAT burrito. it’s late. i should go to bed. spellcheck has made me a lazy typist. and speller.
I miss Chipotle too… I moved from Ohio to Tennessee, and there isn’t a Chipotle to be found here.
You’d think that since they’re owned by McDonalds, they would be sprouting up like corn! (We also have enough Mexicans down south to staff a Chipotle in every town)