Our meetings in LA ended just before lunch, so we packed up our things and drove up to Santa Monica for lunch. Rhonda took us to this cute little Mexican place, the Tortilla Grill, which we saw was just a block down from Electric Avenue. I had a grilled catfish burrito, which was one of the most massive renditions of the “burrito” concept I’ve ever seen. Through either folding technique or sheer pull of gravity, it had gone from the usual cylindrical shape to something looking like a gigantic, gourmet hot pocket. But in a good way. It had to be like 24 square inches when viewed from above. Keith successfully managed to pick his up, but mine quickly revealed itself as a knife and fork kinda burrito, which is a-ok by me. If nothing else, it really rejuvenated my faith in the possibilities out there for pocket-shaped foodstuffs.