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No, I haven't forgotten about Cuco's. I mean, I live a block away. The title of this post refers to the carnitas burrito I got there late last week. It was awesome, a true cavalcade of pork. It was the kind of pork that makes you dream of running your own hog farm and roasting entire pigs on a spit as your only form of weekend entertainment. It was swineariffic. A paradisal porcine punch to the palate. You get the idea:

Over the weekend i found myself in Princeton NJ. It's a really nice, picturesque, vibrant town. My original plan was to get lunch at a taqueria in Trenton, but it turns out they didn't have burritos. So i continued onwards, thinking a burrito was not to be this day. But while in Princeton, i happened upon El Kaliente. I did not expect much, but was pleased to be proven otherwise.

I just saw, over there on the right side, lskeith3's review of "Flash Taco." Recently having watched the Olympic opening ceremonies, my mind was admittedly a little addled, which led to my ocular nerves transmitting, for the briefest of moments, "Flesh Taco."

I assume that's what you opt for when tripa and cabeza just aren't thrill enough.

Well, I'm certainly no Chris, but I've managed to put away three burritos in three days, all of which were remarkable in their own way.

Burrito The First: A typically awesome pastor/pollo combo at Sacramento's famed La Fiesta, where Eric pointed out the dude who hangs out there with a bucket of beer and talks to all the pretty girls. Sure enough, as we left, two young ladies in sundresses were at his table, chatting away.

Burrito The Second: Super carne asada from El Castillito. Notable because the second burrito-maker put lettuce on my slab, prompting the first burrito maker to castigate him roundly, apologize, and throw another half an avocado on. Thanks, guys! This was also notable for being the place where our friend the Burritoeater reviewed his 600th slab. How was it? Read for yourself.

Burrito The Third: Today at Victor's down by the ballpark. Fresh-cut carnitas and good salsa on top of a grilled tortilla make me a happy boy. I'm not going to review it until I go one more time (perhaps Thursday), but they did a really good job today. And how can you not like a place where the mistress of the house calls you handsome?