Swish: burstage abatement (10); spiciness (9); ingredient mix (9); temperature (9); rice (8)
Shrug: meat (7); beans (7); cheese (7); vegetables (7); sauciness (7); size (6); tortilla (6)
Clang: no elements clanged
Intangibility bonus: 1 (of 2)

Although this undersized burrito turned out to be less than the sum of its parts (see intangibility rating above), it nevertheless turned in a respectable performance by leaning on attributes such as foolproof construction and a parade of hot bites. OK, it tasted pretty alright as well. The excessive gumminess of the all-too-steamed tortilla was a pivotal bummer, and the Monterey Jack grates were only about three-quarters melted. But credibility arrived in the form of the robustly spicy salsa roja and an agile ingredient mix; elsewhere, the herb-hinted chicken and refried beans were all about the seven-mustache adequacy. And the moist, tender Spanish rice was quite nice. Atrocity-free dining at its most effectively unspectacular.

This distressingly named, yet popular Hills Plaza lunch spot probably won’t ever crack our list of favorite slab shops around town, but we’ve certainly ingested worse over the long haul. Consistency was the story here – other than the surprisingly hot-kickin’ spice and slightly stoogey burstage abatement, every element rated either seven or eight mustaches. We weren’t much offended by the basmati-ish rice, and although things got somewhat drippy halfway in, the pork’s verde sauce was tasty enough to warrant a respectable rating on its own. County-sized chunks of the pork itself tasted fine, just fine, while the pico de gallo and tomato-infused guacamole came through strongly. Internal density left something to be desired (more beans, please), the steamed tortilla was as ordinary as ordinary gets, and the whole mess could have been girthier...but on the whole, it was a perfectly alright way to spend $5.09 and 10-15 minutes. Just look elsewhere for superlatives.

This persevering slab took the old perspiration/inspiration speech to heart and clawed out a respectable rating despite the convenience deli vibe and the smoove jazz dripping from the speakers. It was certainly sized to impress lovers of all things wee, yet its surprisingly alluring taste was ultimately undone by hind end reservoir of guacamole and sour cream.