Grape Crush Institutions: King Burrito

Although nearly impossible to find, this Mexican locale has stolen the hearts of each and every one of us with the odd exception of our beloved Garse of Mexican descent.  Huh.  I'd say that perhaps in this context he may know something we don't, but... he doesn't.  Even RC took pleasure in frequenting King Burrito with his children, buying vegan bean burritos and feeling very healthy, that is, until he all of a sudden felt very unhealthy upon learning that they supposedly use lard in their beans.

From the quarter-candy machines that some asshole stuck a nickel in, thus rendering Runts unattainable, to the cilantro and spice table filled with inedible stems, the atmosphere in KB oddly caters to all audiences.  I've seen people from every background wait in line to give that huge tatted up dude their orders.  KB holds the honor of being the first food item my significant other consumed in Portland, as she decided to forgo a gigantic box of goldfish.

At roughly half the price of a Thai Ginger dinner, Big Bob and others have been known to buy 2 burritos with intent to save one.  This plan has been foiled on numerous occasions, usually just from negligence as the 2nd King Burrito with rellenos (what exactly are those? Garse?) sits in the back of the fridge staying somehow perfectly preserved for weeks on end.  Despite this amiable preservation, no one has been yet bold enough  to actually risk their internal organs for the forgotten meal.

I just bought 3 new Glad plastic food containers, which will do nothing but provide Big Bob and Tarry new venues to store even more unknowable nasties in the fridge.

Unrelated: Pussyhands had to use scissors last night to open up a bag of tortilla chips.  Typical.