Eat Me: Gloppy Joe

Couldn't do it, couldn't subject you to a picture of Kenny Shopsin's ignoble chili burrito which, however tasty in its thrown-together way, was not a proper burrito. Plus, hideous, at least as executed by me. 

Instead I bring you this handsome photograph of La Taqueria where they make world-beating burritos and know how to wrap them. If you are ever in San Francisco: 2889 Mission Street. Order the carnitas and a cantaloupe drink. 

I'm not sure I have the mental stamina this morning for an essay on culinary integrity, and I realize I'm reversing myself, because while I'm fine with Shopsin dumping sugar in his marinara and omitting chili powder from his chili, I'm deeply offended by his burrito.  

So take this for the personal bete noir that it is: While I admire and enjoy Kenny S., he has no business with burritos, which he uses as a vehicle for his leftover black bean soup and (some would argue) fake chili. He instructs us to "plop" leftovers in a pan with some pre-shredded cheese, heat, then mix with a spatula until "homogeneous." After this: "Pick up half of the glop and lay it down in a line down the center of one of the tortillas."

Glop it is.