"Stop literally EVERYTHING DU ARE DOING, clear your calendar for the next 10-15min and sit in a soothing environment as I tell you the story of the epic Burritos I've ever had. How many men in their middle 30? I often find myself looking for food that fills me both physically and mentally. Foods that have a connection to my taste buds and my heart. But what I discovered on a cold snowless December afternoon went far beyond. In a small non-discript building in the small town of St. John?s Michigan, in the shadow of the largest car dealers / stables in modern history sits an absolute palace of the luxuries. When I pulled the door into the store, I was so wonderfully greeted with a smell that I went brains dead for the next 3 minutes. When I went to the bar, I couldn't even expose my words, as I was almost overwhelmed with the excitement of what was going on. I ordered my Burrito not to know the effects of my words and as I saw it moving down the assembly line, it won only to the extent! Like a snowball that rolls downhill, rice, beef, beans, salad (not forget queso) then cheese, vegetables and finality, CRAVE SAUCE! As the type, energetic Burrito technicians rolled the Burrito, it was obvious that a single sheet of tin foil could not contain this Hulk as monstrosity. She continued warm? That's $9.88? 9.88?!?!?! That's the price?!?? I would easily expect to spend $15 minimum on a Burrito that could feed the entire Magino line, but at $9.88 what a bargain! My office, only 1.3 miles on the street seemed like a 300 miles trek as I was tortured with the scent of joy. I drove an an anticipatory 10 MPH across the border to limit what seemed like an eternity. On the stairs I went with what felt like a 45lb weight in my hand. Serious people, this Burrito has a few backgrounds. I am not a joke, hear that I am literally the strongest man in the world (see it, Guinness world records). When I only lifted the Burrito my conference room table and opened my laptop, I could not help but stare at his miracle and admire the royal thickness. I had planned to send some emails before the opening, but this plan was filmed quickly when my hunger took me. I was ripened into the film on Christmas morning like a pampered suburban white child! The flavors taste my tastes like an 8-bit contra found effect, my mouth absorbs every different taste at once. I could just imagine that the Tim Burton's brain feels every time you mention the color black. In less than the time it probably needed to read this, I have the Burrito, which (see picture) had more free stability than any building in Dubai. You can wonder what might force someone to write a novel of a review of a simple burrito. If you are this person, I ask you to make a pilgrimage to St. John. MI. Only"
