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lindsaydotcomI am DYING for a burrito from Juanita's.
It's this little, well, shack, not to far from here, and they make the BEST Mexican food. You go, and you place your order with a woman in the shack behind a little glass door, and she slips you a tag with your number on it. Then you wander around to the other side of the shack where you can peer in and watch them make the fresh tortillas and tacos and everything tasty and salivate while you watch them make your food. And when they call your name you always make sure to ask for extra hot sauce, because theirs is the BEST EVER. And you hustle back to the car and try to hit every green light on the way back so you can enjoy this burrito still warm with God's blessing all over it.
Drooling. Drooling. Drooling.
It's this little, well, shack, not to far from here, and they make the BEST Mexican food. You go, and you place your order with a woman in the shack behind a little glass door, and she slips you a tag with your number on it. Then you wander around to the other side of the shack where you can peer in and watch them make the fresh tortillas and tacos and everything tasty and salivate while you watch them make your food. And when they call your name you always make sure to ask for extra hot sauce, because theirs is the BEST EVER. And you hustle back to the car and try to hit every green light on the way back so you can enjoy this burrito still warm with God's blessing all over it.
Drooling. Drooling. Drooling.
