Chipolte Vrs. Qdoba
Walking on the rapidly gentrified sidewalks of the once crack infested Upper West Side see Warriors for reference, I noticed a long line of eager looking customers that reminded me of my past on line. For those playing in the West Side Little League in the 90s can remember the crack addicts standing next to our equipment looking to steal our gloves to barter for their next hit. I was reminded of this when I walked past the line. “What’s this?” I thought to myself as I turned the corner. “The iphones are really going to do well!” As I walked closer and closer to the front, I was shocked to see that the line did not lead to the AT&T store but rather a very specially place that I frequented much during college. Alas, the Chipolte store has arrived to the Upper West Side. As I ordered my burrito, I began thinking about my days at Wisconsin and every drunken weekend “Ahem” weekday. I would wait on the long lines for Chipolte. Scratch that…. It wasn’t Chipolte.. It was Qdoba. I was tricked by this new addition. I remembered that I actually hated Chipolte and all that it stood for. Qudoba is my favorite. Chipolte is just a rip off.
Being the proactive person that I am, I decided to find out when Qdoba will be coming to NY and called the management. I spoke with John who was extremely polite and mentioned in the winter!!
Qdoba or Chipolte, you be the judge. You know where I stand.
Christobal is currently struggling to finish up his MBA and is looking to start up his own media conglomerate in the likeness of Carl Ichan. According to the Squawk on the Street the older whales that he looks up to do not have the "edge" like they used to. Is this really the case, cause at a ripe age of 24 ok ok ok 26... I feel that I have lost mine. My birthday is coming up soon and I would just like to take the time to invite all who are interested to celebrate Cinco De Nako in style at Palais Royale in NY. Cinco De Nako will actually be celebrated on May 4th this year, which is a Friday. Back on my rant, in order to get ready for this celebration I will tell you of a hilarious story of my bestfriend - lets call him Dr. Love.
While in undergrad, Dr. Love and I were hanging out at a party. As usual, Dr. Love was inherbriated and began talking to a beautiful woman. Just to give you some background, Dr. Love is not a bad looking guy, no homo. He manages to effectivley score with alot of beautiful woman. Anyway, I was sitting in a seat talking to a couple of friends and Dr. Love decides to go talk to her in the corner of the room. She was fairly attractive. I knew he was drunk but I thought he would be able to handle himself so I began do my own thing. All of a sudden, I hear rumblings from the other corner that someone had pissed on himself. I shrugged it off but the whisperings turned to full out screams. Then, my other good friend J-lo said "isn't that Dr. Love with a wet stain around his pants talking to that girl?" For some reason the girl did not notice until I (by accident ) screamed out that he had pissed on himself.
The girl surprisingly did not break stride and I think he ended up taking her home. Regardless, I guess the moral of the story is that some girls are really superficial and are not disgusted by urine.