“Sweet on entry. War crime on exit.”
This ain’t your grandma’s chipotle. This is a flavor ambush: first you get that sexy hot honey glaze — you smile.
Then the chipotle hits like it’s got unpaid child support and a score to settle.
Your tongue’s on fire. Your nose is leaking. Your ancestors are watching you cry.
ATFU: Hot enough to question your masculinity. Sweet enough to seduce your therapist.
One bite and you're sweating, swearing, and spiritually evacuating.