California Burrito Review
I'm a native Angeleno and until recently, have never heard of a California Burrito. According to whatever website I was reading, they're big with the Sandy Eggo folk. Carne asada, french fries, and cheese are what comprise the innards. I love a good burrito and if my beloved state had an official one, I'd be damned if I didn't try it at least once!
I waited until after a good mountain bike ride to try to minimize any guilt for eating such a ridiculous burrito. I pulled up to my local Alberto's and noticed that it wasn't under the "Burrito" section. I ordered one anyways with guacamole and the cashier responded without any further questions or issues (
Like In-N-Out, Alberto's has a secret menu. Order your regular burrito as a chimichanga and they'll deep fry that ***** then douse it in an ungodly mixture of cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and whatever else magical ingredients Alberto sees fit). I laid down my $6.44

and hefted that fatty into my truck for a ride home. Like all Alberto's burritos, it was about the size of a premie and had a mass and density approaching that of a collapsed star.
French fries in burritos (one of the defining characteristics of the California burrito) is kind of odd. There's always a subtle breakfast burrito without egg type of thing going on in the background. Del Taco offers a chili cheese and french fry burrito but it's elvin and it's more of a side order wrapped inside an edible wrapper. The addition of copious amounts of carne asada and cheese lets you know that the California Burrito is no mere side order. It's an event...wrapped in an edible wrapper! My particular burrito was also slathered in sour cream and guacamole, further enhancing the "I don't give a ****!" attitude of the burrito.
If there's one thing to say about the California burrito, they're hearty. After you eat one, you
know you've had a meal...a hefty, adult size, 'good ole meat and potatoes' type of meal. They're good! They're great for when you return to civilization after four days in the wilderness, or after you've run a marathon, or after two years, stranded on a desert isle, but you better save them rare times of excess.
I don't know if ole Huell ever had a California burrito but I'm pretty sure I know what he would've said.