Me & kid brother ride up after picking up meds at Costco. He was on his WAY overpriced alphabet soup Harley "Road Glide ABCWXYZ Anniversary Special" & I Was on my 20 year old Valkryie he can't catch. Starving for a righteous burrito we hit what appears to be shelter from the storm of corporate "mexican food" for a good sinus clearing muy authentica grande bad boy. As usual-last 5 years-we get initial stink eye/Arkansas Café Shock as 2 lumbering leather clad home growns from the 70s stumble in off a couple loud scoots and have to ask the staff, after an extended awkward silence, if the mute zombies standing in line have ordered yet. Everybody goes into motion at once, including zombies and we are assured that we are cleared for ordering. I remind myself to look up California's new address so I can visit because I sure miss her. The menu is quite detailed, which is good & bad. Due to dietary abuse in the past, This writer avoids raw onions, kid bro eats em raw. Onions are listed as an ingredient. I ask for no onion. kid asks to MAKE #$*! SURE HE DONT GET BEAT OUT HIS ONIONS. "Rest your spirit" to paraphrase the young take charge, man running the till assures us. The onions are in the salsa only. Forget I mentioned it. Two super burritos crane asada, for here. Knocked a $20.00 bill into a couple thin pieces of metal, thanks kid-thought about the huge plates of enchiladas at The Stallion in Austin for 3 bucks-came back & noticed sweet looking assortment of salsa & plenty of cool little plastic cups. Now yer talkin! Tears flow as the heat on the chips bite back. Me and bro exchange the look of men who have found quality scarf. With back to wall/facing the door, as always I see the high sign from hot shot that the Supers are ready. I go get em, reload verde sauce- no lids-and head to booth for business. Hmmm. A sectional. Level of rice. Level of beans. Level of carne. Carne? Kid after 3 bites questions my masculinity by decrying the lack of onions & claiming he has gotten my onion free burrito. And if I wasn't such a pu$$i who couldn't even handle an onion his life would be.... Onions were the least of my concern. The "carne asada" was top of my list of items to be addressed, an Amber Alert perhaps? The meat was a gray amalgamation of ground up goo with no discernible texture. Kid asked for wrapping and a bag suitable for transport to his dog & onion stash waIting at home. I using the gift of assertion, requested replacement of so-called whatever. An explanation/ excuse was "a little bit of chicken meat got mixed in with the asada, but its still good". Again I request a "pure" asada and again My request was denied. a short, but rapidly escalating discussion quickly ensued, to the chagrin of all present. As young bro had the Screaming Eagle warming up, I saw no value in a return to days of yore 3 blocks from a CHP Station in the most up tight town in the County. Disappointment ruled our sad day when simple fixes were met with a hiss and the chop of a hand cutting through the air. A shame, a pity, a near tragedy from middle to end. The lesson is a dump is not always a dump. Sometimes, its just dumpish. A measly one star. Joe Bob says check it off...your list.