I have spent many wonderful meals here, which is why this is not a full-fledged boycott.
BUT. But. Taquito--you are on thin ice. There's no rational reason why you can't make me a torta sin carne, and no reason at all why you can't be nice about it. And the icing on the cake: winding up with a sandwich CON carne? Que pasa? One beef sandwich with extra spite and a side of disillusion, please. Thanks.
I found myself today unsuccessfully fighting for an avocado and bean torta in a linguistic argument akin to my college years when I was instructed to ask for a *CHEESE quesadilla if I didn't want the chicken, dummy.
And holding up a line. And feeling like the only sane person in a sea of ridiculousness. And afterwards, shaking like a leaf and feeling a deep need for validation. I'm right, right? I'm right! No, listen to what happened...
And, it will probably not be the last time I'm left feeling shaken in the take-out line.
*queso means cheese. cheese is inherent to the quesadilla. chicken is not.
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