One hell of a burrito, even though we’ve elected to pay it off in installments. With the exception of their lard-inclusive refried beans – the use of which we heartily condone – Las Mesas’ work is clearly in line with 2004 Burrito Playoff champion Papalote: gorgeously prepared meats/vegetables/sauces, inflated prices, and all. Nothing really tripped up here, although the tortilla could have been more lovingly grilled, the guacamole could have played a greater role, and the whole thing could have used a bit more spice-heat. But it was more than respectably sized, it enjoyed a clean sweep of hot bites, and it was a veritable rainforest of lush sauce. Nice use of bell pepper and onion, and the steak’s smoky aroma screamed MEAT-ELIXIR.