Moe's isn't that great.
Yes, I know. Heresy. Well, let me finish. Think about it. Every time you open that door, a few obviously uninterested teens utter in a ever-decreasingly enthusiastic fashion, "Welcome to Moe's!?" They don't mean it. What they mean to say is, "Thanks for interrupting my attempt at the most consecutive-hours-spent-texting record, Moron." Then you get in line to buy slightly upscale Taco Bell food with fancy, hard to remember names. What's worse is this: the difference between this 4 worded named burrito and the other one is sour cream. What happens if you order the first one and just ask for it without sour cream. Mayhem! And that's not what you want to start when dealing with pimply faced texting ninjas.
So I offer you another option to fill your craving for tomoto, lettuce, cheese, and meat wrapped in a tortilla. Are you ready?
Chipotle is Moe's on crack. Not the nasty crack that you can get on the street of any urban metropolis. The good kind. You know what I'm talking about. After this revelation, I've decided to vote for the first politician I see eating at Chipotle. I don't care what his or her views are on this issue or that issue. With Chipotle in the belly, they will certainly have the strength and wisdom to lead our country back from the embarrassing blunders of the past few years. My heart and stomach are warmed.