Day 23: No A for Anna's

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

It happens every time I go and get a burrito with someone. I'll inevitably face the question, "have you ever gone to Anna's? They've got awesome burritos." And when I answered in the negative, I'd then sit through ten minutes of Anna's evangelism. So for lunch today, I thought I'd hit up an Anna's, see what all the fuss was about.

What I'd like to know is how so many people from my area (Northeastern) have been to an Anna's, since there's no way to get there in less than half an hour. They're convenient all right...if you live on the Red Line north of Park Street. The closest one to me was a forty minute T ride out into Brookline.

I've come to expect something pretty decent in my burritos. I'm a Boloco devotee after four years of having one a block and a half away, so that's the bar for "good" in the portable meal. And Anna's didn't even come close. The guy preparing my burrito did his best impression of an Olympic burrito-maker, trying to break an elusive world record. Of course, he could only attempt that if he flung the sour cream from the spatula onto the tortilla. Yeah, that was more than a little unappetizing.

The walls were physically damaged in many places, including the large hole next to my table that went straight through the drywall. Other than the pockmarks, the walls were completely bare, and painted in a jaundiced color that did nothing for the already-dismal atmosphere. And the finished burrito? Also sucked.

I'm going to stick with my Boloco, I guess. Even if I think they shouldn't have ever changed their name from "The Wrap".