Do you smell what the Monster is cooking? That’s 13 inches of straight up burro con carne asada. (Photos by C-M.)
Last year, my L.A. homegirl Vidalia introduced me to the grotesque spectacularness of the Porno Burrito, El Atacor’s legendary mac daddy burro, a sculptural assemblage of beans, rice, meat, guacamole and pico de gallo that weighs as much as a small dog. Vidalia and I had taken on the burrito in the past. But last night we did it again. And because we had one too many drinks in us, we decided to order two. We only made it through one, even though we split it three ways with Celso. But because I hate to waste a good Porno, today, Celso and I devoured the second (after taking lots of pictures).
How do we feel after inhaling this monster? Something along the lines of this.
Click on images to supersize. Many more after the jump.
Porno burrito next to a standard-issue reporter’s notebook.
Porno burrito with a 12 oz. can of Diet Coke. Because there’s nothing quite like the irony of eating a burrito the size of a baby with diet soda.
Porno burrito with Cox Cable universal remote.
Porno burrito with bombing marker.
Porno burrito with size 10 men’s flip flop.
Porno burrito with the complete works of Pablo Neruda.
Porno burrito reclines alongside a luscious Chilean cab.
Porno burrito, bathed in sunlight.
So glad you included the complete Neruda…without that I wouldn’tve have been able to make heads or tails of this monster. That’s a whole lotta poetry!
I think I’m glad to get a visual explanation of this- Although I’m not sure. I’m drawn to it, but simply looking at this makes me slightly nauseaous
I’m with Hrag, the Neruda really helped (that looks like a handsome edition), but I don’t think real meaning was brought to fore until that hand clasped the burrito.
Until I saw it with the Pablo Neruda, I thought you gave it a cold shower or threw it in the ocean…. shrinkage. It seemed bigger last night. (Insert Michael Scott-ism here).
ew. visualize THAT – in your intestines.
enjoy.
This is so funny! OMG!
Thanks for sharing it with us. Now I know what to find for lunch today.
Omg, genius! Kinda gay, too, that last shot notwithstanding!
@ vidalia: it got kinda scrunched in my mom’s refrigerator since there was no room to lay it out flat.
@ jasonlujan: i don’t need to visualize. it *is* in my intestines. and it was gooood.
as for the Neruda, i like to think of the porno burrito as an erudite burrito. next time, however, i think i’ll shoot it next to Pedro Paramo, to keep the Mexican theme going…
That’s not a burrito, this is a burrito.
lol. el tepeyac is next on my list…
I am super hungry now after looking at your photos of the porno burrito…
I wish I wasn’t on this darn diet!
Damn… I feel so inadequate now.
They are bigger in Texas:
http://blogs.houstonpress.com/eating/2009/08/cherry_top_bakerys_all-day_bur.php
i dunno rob… i mean, we’re talking complete works of pablo neruda…
c-monster-
Granted a single green back pales in comparison to the complete works of the Chilean poet (Ode to a Caldillo de Congreo is my favorite eel stew poem). But the Cherry Top burrito busted the kitchen scale at 3 pounds 2 ounces!