AV sent me this:

The Alameda-Weehawken Burrito Tunnel

Like her, I am not sure what to make of it. Especially because Mission-style burritos are not readily available in NYC, unless you consider Chipotle legit, which I’m sure purists don’t. So it’s not only faux-history, but faux-present.

But who can resist the marvelous thoroughness of this description?

Past the Colorado border, however, the temperature of the surrounding rock exceeds the Curie point of iron and the burritos must slide on their bellies in their nearly frictionless Teflon sleeve, kept from charring by pork fat that slowly seeps out of the burritos as they thaw. By the time the burritos reach Cedar Rapids (traveling well over a mile a second) they are heated through, and anyone who managed to penetrate into the tunnel through the Cleveland access shafts would find them ready to eat.

I’m now frustrated and hungry for a burrito, but I love the authoritative diagrams and photos, as well as the website’s motto: “Brevity is for the weak.”