Chachi’s Burritos

This place is not what it seems on first glance. Judging merely from the signage, I would have guessed that this was bland, Americanized burrito fare for students with young palates.
One day I was feeling like a burrito, however, and it was the nearest option, so I checked it out.
To my surprise, I found that Chachi’s is actually Korean/​Mexican fusion.
They were out of the bulgogi burrito, so I just got a pork burrito instead, and it was a delicious combination of Korean seasonings and flavors in a burrito form.
When I next returned, I was able to actually get a bulgogi burrito, and now I don’t order anything else.
The bulgogi is perfectly tender and seasoned. The kim chi adds some tart spice to perfectly complement the sweet/​savory of the marinated beef. The rice and cheese just add that little bit extra something that can make fusion food really *hit* when it’s good.
You really owe it to your taste buds to ignore the unfortunate sign and name and try these amazing burritos.

These are a weird combination of burrito and some kind of wrap? I should have know from the description that the veggie «burrito» wouldn’t be to my taste. The burrito half of this concoction tasted alright but then I kept biting into the sweet Asian slaw. Why put Asian slaw on a burrito? It’s not that no one has never thought of it; it’s just that no one ever thought it would be a good idea. No, this doesn’t work anymore than putting pinto beans on your hamburger or edamame on your pizza. And why do restaurants have to keep coming up with their own sauces. Chachi sauce? Is the Chachi sauce inspired by the great artistry of Scott Baio? It tasted sweet and syrupy, which doesn’t go well with beans, avocado and the other savory ingredients in burrito. The service was great and the ingredients were quality. It looks like a lot of people like it. I wish I did, because I sure would love another good burrito in town.

Good enough for an almost on campus place. I like the veggie burrioto, with lots of avocado.

Thumbs up. As others have said here, blows away Qdoba. Nice people, too. Punch card a bonus.

Definitely would not call this a burrito, more of a wrap. Still, it was delicious! I got The Toucan Chew. So huge. It’s a huge wrap made with two tortillas, seasoned pork, chicken, beans, rice, cheese, avocado, pico de gallo, Asian slaw and what they call chachi sauce. Lasted me two meals, and it was 11 bucks! The little booth is in a convenient location, but it’s hours are kind of strange. Despite this, definitely would grab another one!

«Well Skeeter, Looks like we’re walking home.» It wasn’t this first time my Jumanji looking excuse for a friend and I had been kicked out of a moving taxi, and I doubt it would be our last. Somewhere between vomiting in the backseat of the cab and asking the driver if he was down for the ol’Luisiana hotpocket we were, not so kindly, asked to leave. If that weren’t enough Skeeter took it upon himself to test the fire retardant fabric of the minivan seat cushions. Let me tell you, fabric soaked in years of Eugene transient ass sweat produces a smell that would peel the paint off a fire truck.
So there we were, somewhere on 13^th. It was 3pm on a Wednesday and I was starting to jones for some food. I had been 86ed from Qudoba Burrito the week before after I was caught trying to intimidate students for their queso. I had 3 bowls before the largest man Skeeter and I had ever seen threw the poor bastard into an armbar and asked if I wanted to be next. Though usually not one to back down from a fight I figured, how much queso is enough? Would I ever have enough? Can a man ever satisfy his insatiable thirst for the gooey pink heaven? I… Don’t… Know… But what I did know, was I needed a f — ing burrito.
That’s when I noticed the small hut on the corner. Had my eyes deceived me. I pulled Skeeter off an American Apparel plastic model and forced his eyes upon the oasis in the Hell that is 13^th. We approached, cautious, calculated as to not draw unwanted attention from the swine that frequent the adjacent businesses. We couldn’t risk it, not in that moment, we had to much at stake. I ordered the pork burrito sans sour cream, due to my deep seeded fear of white sauces. Skeeter says that it comes from my repressed homosexuality, but hell, what does he know. I got my food quickly, and ate it with the greatest pleasure. The Asian fusion danced on my tongue and without realizing it, my mouth formed the words, «f— Qudoba, never again!»
I give Chachi’s 5 out of 5 stars for being the best goddamn burrito on the block and perhaps in this entire ass backwards mudhole they call Eugene. As for me… I’ll take 2 stars, cause at the end of the day Skeeter and I really only hurt ourselves.

Best damn burrito on campus, maybe even in Eugene! Happiness is Chachi Sauce — so zesty and tangy. I used to frequent Qdoba but haven’t been back since I discovered this food truck. Good vegan options (which makes me happy) but has something for all food preferences. Try the pomegranate lemonade!