One fake mustache, one real mustache, one guy filled with sandwiches. |
Since the quesarito requires additional time to make, most sources recommend going outside of normal dining hours. Last Tuesday, a 2:30 PM trek to the nearest Chipotle in midtown Manhattan was aborted because there was still a long line. Undaunted, after enlisting the support of my co-worker Teresa, we headed off to a Thursday 3PM date with destiny. When we arrived, Chipotle was almost empty and the line was staffed by only two people. The only thing now was to order the beast.
When discussing this mission with Mrs. Marls, she inquired whether there was some Larry Craig-esque toe tapping signal, which, instead of leading to illicit airport sex, would grant access to the cheesy delights of the Chipotle secret menu. Alas, there is not toe tapping or "wide stance"required. All that is needed is finding a bored group of Chipotle workers, a little patience, and a willingness to look like an unbridled glutton. Luckily, we had all three.
The person who took our order had no idea what a quesarito was but offered to make us a quesadilla. While this was not what we wanted, it was the opening we needed. Clearly this guy had a willingness to go into the clandestine world of off-menu mexican fast food. From there it only took a little explaining to coax a quesarito out of him. In fact, after he finished wrapping it up, he advised that he was going to make himself one for lunch.
At this point, the only thing left was to sit back and enjoy.
Note the toe-thumb and oozing cheesy goodness |
15 comments:
two posts in a row about heroism. marls, your service to mankind will not be forgotten.
So choice. I used to say that all the time. Time to bring it back.
Marls is a mad man
and a baaaad man
I am about to hit the gym. I'm guessing I'm the only NJ reader in the group who has such lofty aspirations today.Zman's 1 AM "we're heading to the local bar now" was too late to allow for a meet-up at the mini-summit.
But at least I saw Abigail Breslin sing an inspirational song last night about a 4 y/o girl with a brain tumor. Par-tee.
marls, did your lady colleague also attempt the quesorito?
You were missed TR. Not sure the Chatham bar scene was ready for having a pack of aging, lubricated frat guys released on it at 1 am.
I drove back to the city about 1:30, just as Johnny C was talking about needing to take it up an notch and Mr. Guy was ordering carbombs for the lot.
Rob, she did not. She decided to take them up on the offer of a quesadilla. From all reports, it was good as well.
anyone else working today?
and as i do, i look down and out my office window to lynch's irish pub in jax beach as the line begins and bagpipes play. it is sunny with blue skies & 70 degrees. not feeling sorry for myself at all.
I'm working too. Weather not quite the same, but it still blows.
Working is fun!
tribe baseball worked today - doubleheader sweep of delaware to win the weekend series.
Back in Norfolk after a 7 Hour road trip with Ian. Now heading to a tent full of people to drink Guinness, followed by going to the chieftains show. Rock star.
Excellent mini-summit. Kudos to Zman for hosting. Dave needs to describe his athletic feat from late night.
Is the Teej passed out face down in a pool of his own sick somewhere in the greater Melbourne area? Did Mark kill a drifter after the Gators lost? Inquiring minds want to know.
this 1983 nc state 30 for 30 is predictably phenomenal
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