Identity crisis - Page 2


Unlike hippies, I enjoy a little hatred and anger in my mix, and La Villa deserves credit for making easily the worst burrito I've ever eaten. Crusty, dry carnitas, bland beans, and the lamest pico de gallo ever to tap my tongue. At least it only took a half hour to slap this crap together! My friend was next door deciding on and buying a piano, and she got done first.


2434 San Pablo Ave., Berkeley


Daily: 7 a.m.–8 p.m.

No alcohol


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