The chicken, beans, cheese, guacamole, rice, sour cream, and red chiles in the Super Chicken Burrito at Lupe's East L.A. Kitchen on Watts Street sprung a leak shortly after Pete's first bite. Pete's plate was quickly covered with an unnatural orange sheen of goo--not unlike the Prince William Sound after the Exxon Valdezsmashed into the Bligh Reef twenty years ago today. Pete's hibiscus agua fresca was only slight more satisfying. Pete completely disagrees with those who say New York doesn't have good Mexican food--just go out to Sunset Park in Brooklyn and pick almost any taquiera--but if New York doesn't (have good any Mexican food), then maybe we should blame California. The meal was saved from being a total waste by Spaceman's son who covered his face with rice and declared himself "Rice beard."