Wesley Case, Baltimore Sun
May 8, 2012
When you order an eight-pound burrito, there will be stares. The Prenada took up half of my four-person table. I watched a precocious kid's eyes triple in size at its sight. His father laughed and offered me encouragement: "Right on."
And with that, I took my knife and fork and started at the end. My Prenada was filled -- a serious understatement -- with grilled steak, grilled chicken and shredded pork butt. Mexican rice, black beans, cheese and lettuce filled in the rest. Here"s the good news: This thing tastes good, particularly the steak, which was clearly marinated for a long time (Vanegas confirmed this, saying it's a three-day process). It's the type of burrito you never get at the chains -- stuffed with meat and full of sauces.
The problem is self-evident: You can steadily eat the Prenada for 20 minutes and realize you haven't made a dent, which was my exact, soul-crushing scenario. Rice and beans had fallen off the plate, casualties of a lop-sided battle. Chewing, no matter how succulent the steak was, became a slow exercise in endurance. My stomach seemingly screamed to my brain, "Do the right thing and stop." So rather than get sick and regret the entire experience, I happily waved my white napkin. My pride took a hit but I left with two heavy to-go boxes. The Prenada defeated me, but it was a tasty loss. --Wesley Case