Back when I used to smoke, I’d come here on a near-daily basis. They would always have my Bali Hai ready once I walked in the door. About a year ago, I quit smoking and subsequently stopped going to this 7 – 11. On Friday night, though, I was jonesing the Bomb Burrito so swung by here to get my fix. Of course, they didn’t remember me. But they had the burrito and a copy of the remade Amityville Horror. It was a date night made in heaven. Now if they only had valet parking… For those of you unfamiliar with The Bomb Burrito, it’s like a pound of gas station burrito goodness. If you’re not careful, your ass will explode after consumption. I’m a sadist that way.