Ronaldo and I ventured out for food during the work day, and we happened upon a place called Padre Tacos in Bentall Centre. This little hole in the wall serves Korean-inspired Mexican food. Ronaldo got a Seaweed Taco (which is really a burrito), and it was made with a tortilla, seaweed, spanish rice, cheese, bulgogi beef, lettuce, tomato’s, and cucumbers.
We thought it’d taste bizarre, but I snuck two bites when Ronaldo was looking at his monitor and it was amazing. If he does CSI on my teeth marks, I’m in trouble. Hell hath no fury like a man who’s had his burrito stolen.
I was chatting with my iBff, 6pence2life, (that’s Internet Best friend forever. Everybody needs ones), and told her of this amazing concoction. The following conversation ensued…
6pence2life: Dammit. Now I want a burrito!
Me: It’s all Ronaldo’s fault.
6pence2life: Yeah, tell him he sucks. Hahaha!
Me: Ok, I did. When I told him, he picked up his burrito and started petting it.
6pence2life: If I worked there, he would be petting a ransom photo of the burrito.
This made me bust my gut, which gave me more room for that oddly delicious little donkey (aka burrito).