Day 38- Fred's

Tonight I got to attend a great comedy show featuring Rajan Dharni, Christian Spicer, and Kyle Ray. And since it was downtown I planned my California burrito stop accordingly. I don't recall who exactly recommended Fred's to me- it may have been a customer form work- but they got the call tonight.

A full-on Mexican restaurant in the heart of the Gaslamp district, it actually seemed like it could be the exception to the "fancy restaurant" rule. But as soon as I ordered it I knew this wasn't going to bode well for Fred.

Twelve fucking dollars??? For a California burrito? For that much money, it had better be stuffed with stem cells, or porpoise meat. Seriously, Fred, that's pretty ballsy. A Cali burrito can only be worth $12 if it's the best one in the world. And yours is not.

It was tasty enough, sure. Good carne asada, good fries, cheese, pico, guac... but aside from the ridiculous price tag, they served the sour cream on the side and the tortilla fell apart in my hands, reminiscent of the Miramar Landfill. So you fuck me on the price and then make it almost impossible to eat. I question your business model, Fred. No me gusta.