Much to the surprise of both Mal-nourished and I, as we were visiting the 14th street Chipotle around 11:15am on Saturday morning, we witnessed a rather large individual in line in front of us throw a curveball not yet seen, when ordering her meal.
“Quesadilla please… Steak” ~ Fat Lady.
Mal-nourished and I immediately turned to each other with a look of confusion and delight all at the same time. There is no sign of a quesadilla on the menu and we have nearly 70 combined meals between the two of us in the last 2 and half weeks and neither of us have ever witnessed such a thing.
Needless to say, both Mal-nourished and I tried it. And we were not disappointed. Melted cheese and meat. You really can’t go wrong. If you order anything else on it they consider it a burrito, but who cares what they call it, Mal and I had quesadillas!