Quite possibly the most exquisite burrito bowl on earth. I chose chicken, despite my knowledge of beef and all the glorious ruminant ramifications (cows are the best). The lemon zest flavour leapt off my silver fork into my mouth on the first bite, combining with the sultry avocado and sliver of chicken which had some other-worldly seasoning that words cannot describe. Herbs, I suppose.
Phase two began after I had depleted the bowl of avocado. Arrogantly I assumed that there were deeper layers of flavour to be found. Luckily I was right, lurking below the avocado lemon and chicken infantry was the commander of the dish - gloriously flavoured rice and some sort of leafy green, perhaps lettuce but my vision was beginning to cloud with ecstasy, and the summer light was failing. As I frantically shovelled the fork into my mouth, mechanically driving my arm up and down from bowl to face in a rapid manner, a single bead of sweat formed on the tip of my usually pristine nose. I ignored it.
Phase three underway, I had began to sweat profusely, as an alternative reality of exotic dimensions enveloped me. Hours later I awoke as if from a coma, and realised that I had been scraping, to an extreme degree, at whatever molecules of food remained in my bowl. I had finished the meal almost instantly but in my satiated trance I had feverishly forked through the bowl, table, and begun to dig through the cement underneath my feet.
Sheepishly I dusted the cement particles off my cheap mondays and glanced furtively around. Only the miniature ghost of Al Albero's Phoenix (see earlier review) was present - it perched on my shoulder and whispered "love is the answer", and then glided off above the food trucks into the night.
So yeah, pretty good burrito bowl. read more