I like the way you pinch me off a little extra barbacoa, or scoop me up some bonus steak chunks. No skimping on the good stuff to boost profits at the expense of my satisfaction. When I’m in line, you forget that bottom line. When I’m in line, you’ll fight The Man to feed the man.
I like the way you don’t assume I want pico instead of hot sauce. You know papi likes it spicy.
I like the way you don’t even bother hovering expectantly over the lettuce.
I like the way you treat cheese like an essential ingredient instead of just a light garnish. You know if you only drop a few sprinkles on there I won’t even be able to taste that cheese once the burrito is complete. It takes a mound to reach my taste buds through the flour. It takes a mound.