Burrito Slut vs. Burrito Whore

Susheela called me the other night on her way to her first Chipotle run since I visited her in October (!!!). I love that my friends eat Mexican and think of me. Even more, I like that I eat Mexican and think of my friends.

I’ve never been afraid to chow down on a burrito but I would say my love affair with Mexican occurred while I was in school in Cleveland. There was an authentic Mexican restaurant (Mi Pueblo) about a 5 minute walk away. They followed Mexican drinking rules – as long as you could see over the counter, you would be served. Then there was Chipotle and Que Tal, both primarily burrito places, a short greenie ride away. I’ve gone to those places so many times with so many different groups of people for so many happy occasions (birthdays, dates, softball get-togethers) and even a couple sad occasions (the day I walked out of my EMAE250 final, after bad softball days).

Recently, Chipotle came to Detroit and since I’m on their e-mail list, I get the heads up every time they open a new restaurant. And every time they open a new restaurant, they have an grand opening party where they serve free food. Last week, I went to the new Hall Rd and Schoenherr location with my mom for free burritos. I got thinking about how many free burritos I’ve had over the years. Very, very many. I basically will do just about anything for a free burrito. Take a quiz? Done it. Fill in a “burrito tax form”? Have photocopies of it. Wrap myself in foil, burrito style? I have pictures. So at what point would I draw the line?

Jamie told me I was a burrito whore. I prefer burrito slut. But what is the difference? Are they one and the same?