Chipotle Mexican Grill, Three Stars

See that false burrito. See it swaddled in tinfoil on the desk in the bowels of that great tower, a bundle of meat and sauce in a place long ago ceded to silicone and copper. The stooped man eating that peasant food as if in consuming it he can escape to a farmfield in a verdant valley and look down and see blood running from his blisters and say, yes this is work. This is work.

I wish I remember who first pointed me at the YelpingWithCormac Tumbler blog (I think Kottke) but man do I love every entry.