I’ve not been to Wahaca for AGES and had forgotten how much I love it.

I hooked up with my friend Martin in Soho for a long awaited catch up and was considering dragging him to Bodeans for a meatfest but as we aimlessly wandered up Wardour St I spotted a new (well, new to me at any rate) Wahaca and that was that.

We started with a cocktail each and both chose the plump pork burrito. I wanted to marry this burrito. It was fat and stuffed with flavour. Lightly sealed on the outside and brimming with gorgeous slow cooked pork, this was a burrito made and eaten with love.