One of the bigger events here at the panda household was when my brother and I simultaneously came across the following Shanghaiist headline: “Head to New York City for Shanghai’s best (and biggest) burrito!” As we began to read more, I suddenly heard a distinct barking sound. Then I realized it was coming from me.

Even without the green stuff [guacamole], NYC Deli’s Super Burritos are very, very tasty. And despite the fact that these burritos are big-ass in every sense of the word (they are huge), we are only slightly embarrassed to be able to say “we can’t believe we ate the whole thing.”

After years of wandering through the burrito-less wilderness that is Shanghai, salvation was seemingly within reach. And so it was with a furious hunger that Lydia and I made the trek out to Huangpu district to see for ourselves. And lo a behold, a real super burrito! One wrapped in foil that required two hands to grip. Even better yet, the only burrito selection (carnitas) came without beans. Beans and I don’t mix. Memories of El Faralito and the Mission District came flooding back, and I was as excited about introducing a real live super burrito to Lydia for the first time as I was to cram the first, succulent, juicy bite into my mouth.

Me and my bliss
My conquest

Most readers here are well aware of my undying love for huge, authentic burritos; it’s been well documented (well, here at least) that I gorged myself on Mexican food during my last biz trip to California. Now, I have even more of a reason to go to the gym…and to appropriately disregard that reason. Now, for those few who actually care, I may never go back to the States. Hell, I may never come back to my apartment!

New discoveries
Lydia finally sees that I’m not crazy…well, sort of