|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|