Saturday afternoons are good for exploring …. Taking time
with family and going out into the city to see what you can see. This
particular Saturday, my oldest opted out of our adventures in favor of Xbox binging
….so my sweet, sweet baby boy and my Mr. were my companions for my adventure to
Bell Street Burritos. Driving up, the building isn’t overly large…situated on
the corner, we turned into the steeply hilled parking lot. After parking and
hiking our way back to the front …. we were able to see that we had the option
of dining outside amongst the city life or tucked away inside.
There were
plenty of open seats outside but we didn’t want to deal w. the noise and smells
from traffic. I think if it wasn’t a busy Saturday afternoon, the option to eat
outside would’ve been exercised. Upon entering, the first thing I noticed was
the how clean everything was while still maintaining a rustic vintage feel. The
walls are subway tiled with the name emblazoned like a plaque. There are booths situated along one wall and a long wooden bench with individual tables along the window lined front wall. Everything was fitting and attractive but pleasantly old…and not the least bit dusty. That’s such a huge deal because a lot of places confuse vintage with dirty…and the two don’t have to be synonymous with each other. The booths were topped w. marble and the benched seats with wooden tables.
By the time Elliott finished gathering our drinks and made his way back to the table, giving a report about the condiment station, our food was on it's way out to our table. I seriously don't think it was 5 minutes. Our food was brought to the table by one of the kitchen workers (supremely polite... FYI) Everything was hot and smelled delicious. Honestly, I almost forgot to snap a pic before taking a bite ... I was THAT excited. My burrito, having asked for the grilled option, came out pleasantly charred. I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure they either make their own tortillas or get them local ... because the smell wafting up from the flour tortilla was fresh and very intoxicating.
The burrito itself was almost busting at the seams and quite heavy. This place really gives you your money's worth. As you can see from the top of the picture, my son was not concerned w. waiting for me to take a pic before starting. Obviously, he approved. I was able to catch Elliott before he dived in but the brief delay in consuming his lunch had him less then amused with my antics.
He gave a deep, guttural moan of approval as he sunk his teeth into his burrito. I was almost jealous because I spent a brief moment trying to remember when he last made that noise over my cooking. It was a fleeting thought because I was anxious to get into my own burrito.
I'm a big fan of both pork and green chilies....so having them together had to be heaven, right? YEEESSSSSSS ~~~ OMG YESSSSS !!!!!!
The rice was soft and mildly seasoned, the beans were creamy and flavorful .... the pork was tender and juicy with the right amount of spice... and the green chilies were just everything good in life. What have I been passing off as burritos up to this point of my life?? What have I been doing with myself ?? Are all those other "Taco Tuesday" attempts just futile preparatory actions for this very moment ?! HOLY .... HELL people ....
IT WAS JUST THAT DAMN GOOD. !!!!
They've managed to provide a balanced blend of all the ingredients spread end to end without any of those deplorable pockets of ingredients that most places usually give you. The beans and rice were willing accomplices to the delicious pork instead of being fluffy fill ins for a meat-light serving of carbs. The chilies were so delicious and didn't overwhelm me with spice. Seriously, I don't think I've ever had a better burrito then what I was at the moment eating. We all finished our food in relative silence... save for a few appreciative groans and assertions that "OMG ... this is good" Even the picky 10yr old was happily consuming his quesadilla without a single complaint. The only thing he stopped long enough to ask me was if we could get popsicles when we were done. Oh, I didn't tell you ?? Yea, Bell Street Burritos sell "King of Pops" popsicles.
Once we were finished with our food, I sent the boy back to the counter to procure us all some refreshing finishers to our already delicious excursion. He picked out strawberry for himself and raspberry lime for both Elliott and myself. When he brought them back, I was happy to see that the ingredient list is both short and easy to understand. In a world of neon dyed sweets and artificial flavors... these are more reminiscent of frozen fruits then traditional treats. Jr was nice enough to let me see his strawberry pop before got too invested and the flavor was like biting into a frozen but freshly picked berry. He quickly retrieved his pop from my fingers and went back to happily consuming. Elliott and I both agreed that our raspberry lime were sweet but pleasantly tart ... cleansing our palette in a way, allowing a very clean & exhilarating finish to the meal. If the burrito was a culinary comfort nap then the popsicle was a hellaciously great oral alarm clock that woke me back up just enough to be able to drag myself out of the booth and leave. Everything was just amazing and everything went well together. We were satisfied but not overly stuffed to discomfort. We felt like we could go out and continue our afternoon adventures instead of just dissolving into a puddle of post-meal fatigue. Overall, this trip was a smashing success and I can't wait to go back....and my tummy, pocket book, and riding partners can't wait to go either.
There were
plenty of open seats outside but we didn’t want to deal w. the noise and smells
from traffic. I think if it wasn’t a busy Saturday afternoon, the option to eat
outside would’ve been exercised. Upon entering, the first thing I noticed was
the how clean everything was while still maintaining a rustic vintage feel. The
walls are subway tiled with the name emblazoned like a plaque. There are booths situated along one wall and a long wooden bench with individual tables along the window lined front wall. Everything was fitting and attractive but pleasantly old…and not the least bit dusty. That’s such a huge deal because a lot of places confuse vintage with dirty…and the two don’t have to be synonymous with each other. The booths were topped w. marble and the benched seats with wooden tables.
The marble felt good and heavy, the accompanying décor was, as best I could tell, bronze with a heavy petena. Everything just seemed to fit....all the way down to the slightly faded American flag. Walking in, you're beckoned to the cashier counter in the back left area. They have a menu posted and menus on the counter for your convenience. Typical to my anxious style, I had already perused the menu prior to arriving and quickly settled on the pork & green chili burrito and I wanted it grilled. I opted to make mine a combo, meaning I added a drink & chips w. fresh made salsa. Elliott settled on a steak burrito and the boy ordered his usual cheese quesadilla off the children's menu (much to my protest). We were handed a number and told our food would be out shortly.
Let me tell you what shortly means to these people. I sat down with our chips & salsa while Elliott and Jr went to get drinks. Jr returned first and proceeded to wait with me while nibbling chips & talking about his next adventure on Xbox.
By the time Elliott finished gathering our drinks and made his way back to the table, giving a report about the condiment station, our food was on it's way out to our table. I seriously don't think it was 5 minutes. Our food was brought to the table by one of the kitchen workers (supremely polite... FYI) Everything was hot and smelled delicious. Honestly, I almost forgot to snap a pic before taking a bite ... I was THAT excited. My burrito, having asked for the grilled option, came out pleasantly charred. I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure they either make their own tortillas or get them local ... because the smell wafting up from the flour tortilla was fresh and very intoxicating. The burrito itself was almost busting at the seams and quite heavy. This place really gives you your money's worth. As you can see from the top of the picture, my son was not concerned w. waiting for me to take a pic before starting. Obviously, he approved. I was able to catch Elliott before he dived in but the brief delay in consuming his lunch had him less then amused with my antics.
He gave a deep, guttural moan of approval as he sunk his teeth into his burrito. I was almost jealous because I spent a brief moment trying to remember when he last made that noise over my cooking. It was a fleeting thought because I was anxious to get into my own burrito.
The rice was soft and mildly seasoned, the beans were creamy and flavorful .... the pork was tender and juicy with the right amount of spice... and the green chilies were just everything good in life. What have I been passing off as burritos up to this point of my life?? What have I been doing with myself ?? Are all those other "Taco Tuesday" attempts just futile preparatory actions for this very moment ?! HOLY .... HELL people ....
IT WAS JUST THAT DAMN GOOD. !!!!
They've managed to provide a balanced blend of all the ingredients spread end to end without any of those deplorable pockets of ingredients that most places usually give you. The beans and rice were willing accomplices to the delicious pork instead of being fluffy fill ins for a meat-light serving of carbs. The chilies were so delicious and didn't overwhelm me with spice. Seriously, I don't think I've ever had a better burrito then what I was at the moment eating. We all finished our food in relative silence... save for a few appreciative groans and assertions that "OMG ... this is good" Even the picky 10yr old was happily consuming his quesadilla without a single complaint. The only thing he stopped long enough to ask me was if we could get popsicles when we were done. Oh, I didn't tell you ?? Yea, Bell Street Burritos sell "King of Pops" popsicles.
Once we were finished with our food, I sent the boy back to the counter to procure us all some refreshing finishers to our already delicious excursion. He picked out strawberry for himself and raspberry lime for both Elliott and myself. When he brought them back, I was happy to see that the ingredient list is both short and easy to understand. In a world of neon dyed sweets and artificial flavors... these are more reminiscent of frozen fruits then traditional treats. Jr was nice enough to let me see his strawberry pop before got too invested and the flavor was like biting into a frozen but freshly picked berry. He quickly retrieved his pop from my fingers and went back to happily consuming. Elliott and I both agreed that our raspberry lime were sweet but pleasantly tart ... cleansing our palette in a way, allowing a very clean & exhilarating finish to the meal. If the burrito was a culinary comfort nap then the popsicle was a hellaciously great oral alarm clock that woke me back up just enough to be able to drag myself out of the booth and leave. Everything was just amazing and everything went well together. We were satisfied but not overly stuffed to discomfort. We felt like we could go out and continue our afternoon adventures instead of just dissolving into a puddle of post-meal fatigue. Overall, this trip was a smashing success and I can't wait to go back....and my tummy, pocket book, and riding partners can't wait to go either. 
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