El Rodeo Mexican Restaurant

I had a difficult time writing this review. I just moved to the neighborhood and was craving a burrito. I picked a hispanic restaurant at random and set out to get dinner. When I arrived, I thought it would be the typical mexican establishment. I was greeted by smiling faces and the smell of chicken fajitas. I was handed my burrito and left the establishment to eat it in the car. Upon opening my box, i had realized the burrito was poorly rolled. Disappointed, I picked it up and took the first bite. What happened next is hard to explain. A tingling feeling raced up my toes, legs, and groin area. A wave of warmth radiated from my heart to my pelvis. My legs began to quiver and I let out a groan. Then, without any warning, my entire body began to convulse. I had multiple o's back to back in their parking lot. Drenched in sweat, I took another bite, for the same experience to take over my body yet again. How could a burrito taste this good? Was it the chicken? The pico? The secret chipotle sauce? In my years of traveling, I have never had a burrito that compared. Was it crafted not by the smiling faces who greeted me in the lobby, but by aliens? Or did god himself craft this burrito in the cosmos and hand it to the cashier to give to me? Stunned, astonished, and slightly in love, I sit in my car and write this review. I will not be able to go home. I could not bear to be that far from this establishment. Besides, what will my wife think when she sees me? I must have another. I cannot live without another.