As part of my master plan, stalking the burritophile, I said to myself "Hey why don't I go to El Taco Veloz?"; What better day to do it than on the epicenter of all burrito eating holidays, Cinco De Mayo.
Twenty minutes later, I was rolling with a small entourage in my Impala destined for the bright lights of El Taco Veloz. Immediately, upon entering, I knew the burrito phile had found a winner the previous night.
The charm of El Taco Veloz is hidden at first, but it catches you, and when it catches you, it catches you hard. I am unsure at exactly what moment I fell in love with this place. It might have been the latin-polish music that comes out of the jukebox unsolicited about every twenty minutes, or the beautiful black garments worn so gracefully by the waitstaff, but no matter what it was, I was in, hook line and sinker.
To add to the enchantment of the eventing, a long time friend and his girlfriend who "just happened" to be at El Taco Veloz joined us (guess I'm not the only one stalking the burrito phile). We were seated and had great conversation until all of a sudden it happened, a burrito day micacle, the burrito phile himself joined us. I don't know where he came from or what happened, but the rest was magic. With Salsa dripping down my chin, I was able to mutter the words "Hello burrito phile"
Lucky for me, the service was not too rapid, and I was really able to spend some time to absorb the delight of this burrito day miracle. In the end, the burrito was above average, about an 8.5, but the experience and evening was a 15!
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