Why? Why must the Mexico Tipico kitchen scuzz every burrito we order with sour cream? What is the fascination here with dairy wiz in seemingly each and every slab? There was so much of the stuff polluting this monster of a breakfast burrito — for which we specified an absence of sour cream, as usual — it rendered much of this foiled food virtually incomprehensible, and nigh on impossible to properly judge. If all the sour cream wasn’t pinning a creamy death grip on every other ingredient in its creamy wake, the too-thin / too-much refried beans were. Some slurping was definitely required, argh. Drips? A mountain of used napkins on the tabletop? You bet. The chewy bacon died a quick, creamy death under all that creamy weight...hell, everything died a quick, creamy death under all that creamy weight. What’s the point of even continuing? The faucets here don’t emit water. They spew sour cream. So do the gas valves and the soda gun, apparently. Bring hip waders.

We ceased taking sour cream in our slabs in 2004, so imagine our befuddled reaction when the second bite of this hulking Excelsior slab was scuttled by dairy wiz. Ensuing crema-inclusive bites were less shocking, but just as irritating. OK, that traumatic episode’s off our chests – on to the rest of the slab-story. Mexico Tipico’s chicken was bathed in tasty salsa roja, and plentifully proffered in our foiled bundle...hooray for all that. The spice level seemed to increase with every bite, so while the ingredient mix here may not have been as seamless as we like, things certainly could have taken a sharper turn for the worse. The Spanish rice performed fine, but the refried beans assumed a lower than necessary profile throughout. Grates of jack cheese displayed a split personality of their own – they were either marvelously melted, or...only half-marvelously melted. Temperature was, overall, undeserving of grousing commentary, but on the whole, the burrito could have been a bit hotter. (Damn sour cream.) And we didn’t appreciate the hind end tortilla sog, the result of encroaching sauciness that prompted a few overspills. Hrumph.