En route to the Mayan to see Moon (think Solaris), Todd and I stopped by Señor Burrito’s for dinner, which is just around the corner from the Mayan and next to the Hornet. I wondered about the three toughs standing by the front door, but it turned out they were waiting for takeout.

Inside, Señor Burritos is comfortable, a small restaurant that has the feel of a fast-food place. It’s a bit rundown, and the sign by the clock that reads, “Notice: 24-Hour Surveillance,” indicates a mistrust of the clientele. (I really hate the way Denver is becoming a city where you’re always watched, on the buses and on the light rail, even on the streets, and now in restaurants.)

We sat by the counter, where we had a view of the kitchen, and thought about what to order. Our waitress was fantastic. She was short and very busy and ran around a lot and apologized to Todd because he couldn’t have his horchata (rice milk) because they had just run out and the cook was really busy and didn’t have time to make another batch. He ordered a Tamarind Jarritos instead, which was so fizzy it made me feel excited in my mouth.

Senor Burritos provided my second experience with a flat enchilada (on the left), that is, a tortilla enchilada that has been properly “en-chili-ed” and rolled up with the minimum amount of cheese. I much prefer them to the larger, stuffed, Southwestern variety. The relleno was also flat and apparently satisfactory, since its shape was the only note I made about it. The beef taco was nothing special. The green chili had a kick, but just enough that I enjoyed it instead of wanting to flee from it into a vat of sour cream.

It was solid Mexican food, a good place to get a quick meal before a movie or drinks. I would definitely go back.