While standing in line at Chipotle for what felt like an eternity I thought to myself "Why am I so fond of this fake Mexican stuff that makes me want to poop right after I eat it?" The short answer that question is "Cause it's good and I can afford it" and the long story is one of nostalgia. Let me explain.

When I imagine Chipotle I see my whole family -- my two older brothers, my younger sister, and my parents -- eating at the Southpoint Chipotle in Durham, North Carolina. You'll seldom see my entire family seated together eating a meal because we're all so scattered. I'm an hour away from home in college and my two older brothers are a three-hour plane ride in Las Angeles, so family dinners are usually reserved for special occasions like Christmas and Thanksgiving. Memories of family time come to me in waves with every bite I take. Memories of my mom asking me to order for her because she doesn't like talking to people; me telling my sister that she's a horrible person for filling her water cup with soda and watching my brothers drink kombucha for the first time and spitting it out all over the place. All of those memories bring a smile to my face and I won't give them up for the world, and that's why I decide to what in line forever and sit on the toilet for awhile.

So with that, I'd like to that I want to thank my brother Roi for introducing Chipotle to the family and giving me a bunch of dumb memories that I can think about and laugh. Also if someone from Chipotle is reading this you should give me free chipotle for the rest of my life.