Another American Adventure: chipotle

Monday, September 6, 2010

chipotle

I had been hearing about this (fast food?) restaurant for a couple of years, but since it isn't in South Florida or on any of our routes, we had never tried it. Alas, there is one right down the road in Cranberry Township and we had lunch there this weekend. YUM! It gets our thumbs up!

3 comments:

BarbaraSeptember 6, 2010 at 10:41 AM
Not here in Quebec either. What kind of foods does it serve up? Looks like a stir fry.
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 6, 2010 at 11:01 AM
They call it gourmet Mexican, Barbara. Tacos, burritos, etc. But most of the people in this restaurant were having the "Bowl", which was a combination of lime rice, black beans, salsas, peppers and onions, choice of meat bits (chicken, steak, tofu, and something called barbarosa - a smoked pulled beef), cheese, sour cream, shredded lettuce. Guacamole was extra. The food was very fresh and good.
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BarbaraSeptember 6, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Sounds so very yummy, beth!
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