Photo by Matthew Simoneau

For whatever reason, I’ve been attracted to Mexican cuisine ever since I was a little kid crafting El Paso taco kits in the kitchen with my Mom. Maybe it’s the way the spices hit me in a “hurt so good” kind of way,” with my taste buds craving more and more while simultaneously reminding me that I’m in desperate need of water. The heat makes my head itch and my lips burn, and yet I can’t ever say “No” to a good burrito — and I always opt for the hot sauce.

Why I Love the Mad Hatter (and this has nothing to do with Johnny Depp)

If you’re a 22-year-old post-grad still moseying around Burlington (like me), then there’s a good chance that you’re —um— not exactly rich. OK, you’re probably broke (again, like me). And given that you don’t have a ton of cash to burn on something like food, and because Burlington is so damn expensive, it can become easy to fall back into the Ramen diet that allowed you to survive through junior year.