Tortilla, Fitzrovia, London
Tortilla is a big deal. Or at least, it’s a really, really big burrito. I naively went for the large size (£6.40) and I can’t recall having so much Mexican in one hand. Other than that one time I accidentally grabbed the person-not-my-mum’s arm in the supermarket. Back to present day, I still cleaned up my mexi-wrap nice and efficiently, and that’s what you get with years of overeating. Or I call that practice. There’s around about thirty or so Tortilla stores around the UK and here it’s about a customisable experience so you can get something to your liking.
I couldn’t quite understand my server but not nodded and pointed to get a mix of everything – black beans, corn, guacamole, sour cream, cheese, rice. Oh yeah, and the main filling was the slow cooked pulled pork. Once rolled (I miss the places that do that slight grill after the rolling) I was ready to feast. And feast I did, the fillings all came together nicely with the pork being of a good quality. Could have done with more of a sauce, but the flipside is it keeps it a relatively meat drip-free eat. Could definitely come back, but for the standard size.