Chipotle! Uh, Whoops.

Two weeks ago, while on a bus tour of London, we passed a Chipotle.  The kids were beside themselves with excitement, as was I.  We’ve had so many expensive, mediocre meals (of necessity) on this trip.  I was looking forward to an expensive, mediocre meal that would be familiar and pleasant for the girls and I.

Long story short.  It’s not the same as at home.  The tortillas are dry.  The beans are too soupy.  The barbacoa is different and the mild salsa isn’t chunky, it’s blended—for shame, for shame.

The chicken, however, is the same.  But that means it's dry and not worth eating (sorry, Chipotle, I really think you miss the boat on chicken).

The girls did eat dinner without much complaint, which was a nice surprise.  However, my dreams of a few nights of Chipotle/easy dinners were shattered.  We didn’t go back a second time.