Full disclosure: I don’t like burritos, especially those being slung at the newly opened OCHO at its miniature outpost on Congress Street. As for ramen dishes, well, here again, I’m not nuts over ramen of any kind (too many carbs), but there’s a great story of potential at Suzukiya that’s worth keeping an eye on beyond the inchoate muss and fuss. Should Pai Men Miyake take notice? Will Kei Suzuki’s homemade organic noodles topple Masa Miyake’s domain? I don’t think so. They’re worlds apart and it’s nice to have a choice.
The dining room at Suzukiya and inside OCHO
Here’s the snapshot wrap on OCHO. Basically this is full-blown Americanized Mexican wrap that’s as common as a tuna melt, except the latter is more appealing. But then I admit I’ve never had a real burrito, the kind that you’d find in a Tex-Mex or Cali-Mex kitchen or in various regions of Mexico. What I dislike about the thoroughly American version as we know it in its ubiquitous Northeast guise is its doughy unctuousness, further assaulted when it’s stuffed to the gills with gook. Yuck. It’s like having a bubble gum sandwich on Wonder Bread.
