So Many Burritos, So Little Time

On just your second day in this world, Rai, you held a burrito for the first time. You may think you don't remember the experience but I know that you do. Like the first time one flies in an airplane, or one's first love, the first burrito is one of those 'firsts' that can never be forgotten.
That first burrito of yours was almost as long as you were at 2 days of age. Buried somewhere in your subconscience is the warmth of that burrito as it lay across your chest. You can still feel the smooth, taut tinfoil covering. And the weight of it, all that rice and beans. The sound of tinfoil tearing, that first smell and intermingling of doughy tortilla, spicy salsa, and steamed veggies done just right. You remember it, don't you Rai? Of course you do!
You know, Rai, if I had had my way, in the first minute of life, when the faces of your parents were imprinted in your mind, I would have presented to you, instead, a burrito. You could have been like those famous geese who, imprinted with the image of a man in their first moments of life, followed him in his lightweight airplane as if he was their mother, for the remainder of their lives. You, every time you saw that glint of light off the foil of a burrito, would shout out, "Momma, I'm coming...!"
Today, as you prepare for the world of real food, the burrito is foremost in your mind. And as you become more aware of your dining options in San Francisco, a little frustration sets it, doesn't it? This city has probably hundreds of taquerias! One could spend a lifetime trying them all, searching for that one most perfect burrito. It's a good thing you're starting young.