It's Cafe Rio.
We had one open up in Fort Collins about 2 months ago I guess. Long enough that I have been sighing every time I pass by, wondering when I'm going to be like all of the other bloggers and go try it. But when you live in the state where Chipotle was founded, and your boyfriend is one of the most avid Chipotle lovers in the state, it's hard to try "yet another burrito place." Okay, that's a lie. I can think of 6 different burrito places in our area. 5 of them all in a 6 mile radius, and one in Boulder. That's a lot of burritos, people. After a while, they all start to run together.
So, on Sunday, we took the plunge and went to Cafe Rio. We walked in the door to a full house. Good sign #1.
They were making fresh tortillas when we got to the front of the line. Good sign #2.
They will smother any burrito in sauce and cheese. For free. Good sign #3.
Their drinks... oh the drinks. Hand-made Limeades and Lemonades. Hand-made Horchata. All for the same price as soda, and unlimited refills. This doesn't qualify as a good sign. This qualifies as a sign from Heaven.
Probably the most agonizing food decision I'd made in a long time was between the burrito and the salad. When I found out Ammon was getting a burrito, I went for the salad. I operate under the "what's yours is mine" principle with food. If it looks good, I'm probably going to steal a bite. Be warned. Oh, and that dressing? It's a creamy, cilantro packed tangy goodness. If they bottle it, I will buy it.
Why is it those darn Utah bloggers get all of the best stuff first? Stop holding out, Utah. The other states like it when you share.