Berryhill Baja Grill is not my go-to burrito joint. When I got takeout there earlier last week, I was more interested in their fish tacos, which had gotten rave reviews from some of my friends as well as one random person I overheard in the cereal aisle at Randall's.
In addition to being chronically indecisive when it comes to ordering, I am also horrible at gauging how much food will be sufficient to fill my stomach(s). (Some have theorized I actually have more than one.) I usually request extra servings or multiple dishes, so when two fish tacos didn't seem like enough food, I tacked on a Chicken Supremo Burrito.
And, here, my friends, is where my trouble began....
I opened the first takeout box to find two appealing, plump fish tacos. "Yum, yum," I thought. Then I opened the second takeout box to find a gargantuan burrito drenched in sauce. "Oh God," I said out loud. Obviously, I should have taken a hint from the descriptor "Supremo," but what really does that mean anyway?
I reminded myself that the burritos at Mission Burrito were almost as big, and I regularly devour those plus chips and guacamole without blinking an eye.
After warming up by consuming one very delicious fish taco, I switched to the burrito. A massive white flour tortilla (seemingly thicker than your standard version) encased at least three cupfuls of large chicken fajita meat pieces, dark lettuce, tomatoes, guacamole and red cabbage. The taste might have been a bit plain if the burrito wasn't bathing in a dense sea of spicy garlic chipotle cream sauce, which increased the overall richness and the flavor.
About halfway through the burrito, two thoughts simultaneously collided in my head: "I love this burrito so much," and "I will die if I eat this whole burrito." I put down my fork and conceded defeat.
Berryhill Baja Supremo Burrito: You have won this time, but next time I may conquer thee...
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