Hey, Nathan Myhrvold, explain this! At ANNA'S TAQUERIA, you won't find light-sabered cross sections of anything. And if the aftermath is anything to go by, maybe that's just as well. The burrito at Anna's is like a working man in a Bruce Springsteen song: humble and honest. All it wants to do is fill you up with good, solid comfort, without making your tummy feel like lead, and without pretending to be anything more than it is. But sometimes that's just what the world needs. One burrito, standing alone against the evil forces of molecular gastronomy. Maybe with an ax.
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