Before moving to Cardiff in the summer, one of the first things I looked up about the city was whether there was a Mission Burrito. An eatery that holds a place in my heart after becoming a regular at the Bath branch.
It was in the Bath restaurant that I reached my highest peak; where I slayed Goliath; where my proudest achievement was accomplished. I conquered El Triple; three pounds of meat, rice, beans, salsa and guacamole, all encased in three feet of tortilla. Where countless diners admitted defeat, or took up to two hours to finish, the anaconda-esque burrito was wolfed down in 11 minutes flat and thus cementing the name of Jordan Harris on the history books forever (or at least their wall of fame), and earning myself a tidy t-shirt.My dismay at the distinct lack of burrito joints in the capital city came to an end, as one day I noticed a poster advertising the arrival of a Mission Burrito. The amount of joy that swelled inside me is indescribable, but imagine being a five year old at Christmas and you’ve delved inside your stocking to find the bearded fat man has just left you a whole tonne of Lego, or a doll, or a pony.
The day that the doors of my favourite burrito restaurant were to open couldn’t come quick enough, but when they did I was somewhat disappointed (and not only because of the long queues at lunch hour).
You see, I’ve been spoilt somewhat by the staff in Bath. Experts of their field, they lovingly stuff your tortilla, massage it together and roll the perfect burrito.
Although the taste is somewhat similar; tender juicy meat, crisp lettuce, delicious beans, fresh salsas and rice cooked to almost perfection. The skill just isn’t quite there yet.
On multiple occasions, my wrap has been ripped, slowing the process as they are forced to start from scratch. My belly screams for Mexican goodness, but I have to wait a few extra minutes to tuck in.
“So what?!” I hear you say. “It’s only a rip and it’s only a slight delay.”
I’d like to hear those words repeated when you are served a ripped burrito and your lap is covered in spicy rice and pico de gallo. Or when you have a hankering so bad for a girthy tortilla that every extra second you have to wait seems like an hour.
The Cardiff branch is like a toddler learning to ride a bike; the training wheels are still on. The flavour is there but the skill is yet to be at the same level. With time, the training wheels will no longer be necessary, and I believe they are well on their way to wrapping the best burrito in South Wales. But until then I wait.
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