The Magic Burrito

the Specials

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  A Melancholy Meal

  Dear Rhett, Last night was kind of depressing. I can feel it bleeding into today. I went to go see a documentary called Junior that was playing at the Plaza as part of the Doc Soup festival. Rather than the madcap Schwarzenegger pregnancy flick that I was picturing, this Junior was a clever and thoughtful [...]

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  Brown Shoes, Tube Socks

  Brendan, Today, unable to stomach another sandwich, I went to Coco Brooks in the southeast. There’s a lot of strange things about Coco Brooks. First, it sounds like a pornstar or a stripper runs it—when it’s actually run by Christians. Second, they give their employees Sundays off which I respect in theory, but in practice [...]

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  The Hole in the Freezer

  Brendan, I’m in a bad way. I don’t want to talk about lunch. It’s Friday and Fridays should be about happiness, but this whole day has been off. It started with Duke. He was mental this morning and I just knew the walk wasn’t going to go well. But I doubted myself. I thought—it will [...]

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  No Sweat

  Brendan, We’re playing hockey today after work, so I stopped in at “No Sweat” to get my skates sharpened. I went around the corner to the Subway to get my usual sandwich—the Italian BMT. I like to get it on an Italian Herb & Cheese bun. I order this every time. I like the consistency [...]