Best Of 2013: Taqueria
Having been told for years of the unalloyed joys of Monica's, I stopped in at the Fillmore spot to see what the buzz was all about. I ordered a carne asada burrito, took bottles of both red and green salsas, and retired to the dining space at the back with plenty of napkins. The thing was homeric, stuffed to exploding with chewy beef, and ready to absorb squirts of red and green between bites. Note: Be sure to sample the goods at both Springs locations; they are individually operated by members of the Rodriguez family, and each serves up its own proprietary recipes. — Mary Jo Meade
So there I am, driving to Denver with a fresh Monica's breakfast burrito steaming in my hand, burning my mouth each time I bite, yet I can't stop or wait for it to cool. I'm inexplicably compelled to suffer gloriously onward. Is it the chorizo? The salsa verde? Who cares. It is epic.