Anthony Saves The Day
Anthony, seen here a few weeks ago at Romano's in Roslindale, stepped up and came to the rescue.
You are what you eat, so the transitive property concludes:
If Anthony = a steak burrito from Romano's, and Anthony = pure furniture moving muscle, then a steak burrito from Romano's = pure furniture moving muscle.
When In Roslindale, Go To Romano's
Then it was mid December, and my friends and family slowly stopped recognizing me. So I went to Sebastian's Barber Shop in Roslindale, and while I was there, had to grab a snack at Romano's Pizza.
The taco came with hot sauce already applied, at my request. Onions and cilantro are standard; tomatoes and cheese are not.
Taco weight: 3.9 oz | Price: $2.00 | FDR: 1.95
This being my first tamale from Romano's, I didn't know what to expect. Tamales are hit or miss, but Romano's pizza had yet to let me down.
At $2, their tamale is probably less than half the size of Boca Grande's tomatillo chicken tamale ($4.25), but has all the verde sauce and corn taste. Bravo Romano's, bravo. I'll be back in mid March when the hair is long and I look like a caveman again.
Tamale weight: 4.8 oz | Price: $2.00 | FDR: 2.40
Segregation Not Welcome
The problem is that Romano's puts the meat off to the side; nothing in this plate is ready for mixing. Anna's has the meat on top of the rice.
Some might offer that this is caused by my no beans request. I would like to point out that there are no beans in the bottom photo, either. Had there been, they would have been in the upper left corner of the plate, at the site of the lettuce.
I don't like my food segregated. Mix it up, amigos.
Contrast: Campechanos And Carnitas
The sum of their contribution = some of Boston's best tacos.
The campechanos is pretty ridiculously greasy, so don't get it all the time.
For visual subtleties in meat color, see also: Even The Milk Tastes Chocolaty.
I Make Marks Like Zorro
This is similar to how Fajita's & 'Ritas lets you write all over their walls. But more filthy.
Zorro, Spanish for fox, is...a fictional nobleman and master swordsman living in Spanish-era California.
I used to live in modern day Spanish-era California, and am fictionally Spanish.
The State Of Massachusetts' Tacos
Passing Up Anna's By Choice
He was coming home from work, consumed by hunger. In a brazen move, he drove past Anna's (pictured) without stopping for a meal.
It was not for lack of money.
It was not for lack of time.
It was not for lack of parking.
It was Romano's. The burrito gem of Roslindale, Romano's was under our nose the whole time.
Leaning Tower Of Romano's Pizza
Back to the chicken burrito specimen at hand.
You can see two of these three qualities on display. This wrap was so tight, I was able to stand the burrito on end. Brilliant. And delicious.
Maiden Campechanos Taco Voyage
Quite honestly, this little taco blew me away. Heavy on the onions y cilantro, which I love, it was no more greasy than necessary for chorizo, and full of flavor.
Oh, and they're $2 each, a nice change from Manhattan prices.
Welcome To Romano's Pizza
It's Romano's Pizza.
But on the windows are the names that make my mouth water: tacos, tostadas, chilaquiles, and of course, burritos.
Yes, they sell pizza and subs. The Mexican food is the best kept secret in town.