Who could possibly resist that siren call? Ask anyone in the International Food Court on 13th and F during lunch on a weekday, and they would probably tell you they could go great lengths without hearing "Welcome to Moes!" every 10 seconds.
Yet hundreds of people deal with the minor annoyance and wait in line to order a burrito, tacos, quesadilla, or what-have-you. And most of them, including me, are fairly satisfied.
And, yes, Moe's is a national chain. OK, just chill the EFF out and let's get something straight. This ain't no foodie blog with holier-than-thou pronouncements on gastronomic feats of pretention, or smack-talkin' venues telling you which hole in the wall has the best "pie." We don't do that here.
We do, however, offer honest accounts of and opinions about our eating experiences. We all gotta eat, so there's no need get all apopletic over the subject.
Now, back to Moe's. I can do without the naming conventions used in identifying their menu items. I've only been able to bring myself to utter the words "John Coctostan" once. It shouldn't be that hard to order a quesadilla.
Instead, I usually order the Homewrecker burrito with pork. The pork was modestly seasoned and tasty, and not dry; the black beans and pintos (if you ask for black and tan) are of a consistency not inconsistent with what could be consider flavor-ishy; the rice was dry, not flavorful or fluffy; "hot" pico tasted surprisingly fresh and tasty; guacamole was a little bland; cheese was like it was barely there. The side of hot sauce helped out with the overall flavor.
Verdict: It'll do for a workday lunch, especially if your expectations are not set high. Which is kind of how we feel about you.
