Late Night Panchy's

Being from Minneapolis, I hate to admit that I have just this year become disgustingly obsessed with Panchero's.  I was born and raised eating Chipotle, since we don't have Panchero's in Minneapolis. (Actually I think we have like one or two, but no one really knows where they are or if they actually exist.)  My obsession literally is disgusting.  I am known in my sorority house for eating Panchys pretty much everyday.  At least I used to be.  I became so obsessed with it that when Lent came around, I decided to give up Panchys.  Ever since then, my obsession has been more controlled.  

Regardless, my number one enemy this year is post-bar close Panchy's.  Seriously.  There have been way too many times when I have literally laid in my bed eating Panchy's right before I fall asleep, and have woken up the next morning with crumbs all in my bed.  One morning I woke up literally cuddling a chicken quesadilla.  This was a low point in my life for two reasons; one, because I was literally cuddling a chicken quesadilla, which obviously tells you that my love life was in the shitter, and two, I'm pissed that I didn't even eat the quesadilla.  It was a complete waste of money and, more importantly, a waste of a completely good chicken quesadilla. 

With all of this being said, I am certainly not the only one who fiends for late night Panchy's after bar close.  Every night, Thursday through Saturday especially, the line is literally out the door, down the street,  around the corner, and up the hill, from about 2AM until it closes at 3AM.  I just want to take this time now and give Panchero's a shout out: Panchy's, you are single-handedly making the Iowa student body fatter with every drunken night we have.  Congrats, and god speed.  See you tomorrow night.