My housemates did the Street Food Chef burrito challenge high
Munchies vs 3.5 pounds of burrito
It was a Monday night. The ‘goods’ were prepared, my housemates had £15 in their pockets and a desire to do something monumental, something life-defining.
It was decided. They would attempt the Street Food Chef ‘El Bastardo’ challenge high, a.k.a 3.5-pounds of burrito.
Preparation
Despite their original plan to starve themselves, both my housemates caved in. Despite already having breakfast and lunch, they settled on a few biscuits before we left to “open up their stomachs”.
Arrival
The deed had been done en route the restaurant – they were sufficiently high when we arrived. We inadvertently choose the Street Food Chef near Hallam as it’s the only one that serves the infamous El Bastardo burrito challenge. Filled with quirky sombreros and with a funky Mexican playlist, it seemed like the perfect setting for a Man vs. Food episode.
Ordering
Unsurprisingly, the waiters perked up at the sound of people attempting the challenge. My housemates were given a choice of burrito fillings, before settling on pulled pork and smokey chicken. The waiters suggested they get a pint of milk each – El Bastardo is infamously spicy.
They also gave some words of advice; the quickest person to succeed at the challenge (finishing in just six minutes) ate all the surrounding nachos and sauce first, before attacking the whole burrito. It seemed that a game plan was needed … and my housemates were too high to make one.
The food
After minutes of anticipation and overseeing their burritos being cooked, my housemates were presented with their El Bastardos. The rules: 3.5 pounds of burrito, a mountain of nachos and guacamole and sour cream, to be finished in an hour. In true Man vs. Food fashion, the waiters played Eye of the Tiger and we watched on in amazement.
The wall
After twenty minutes of solid eating, they were hit by The Wall. The burritos mixed with the sauce started to resemble a sloppy plate of sick, and both housemates, losing their concentration, were beginning to become bored.
A last attempt
One of the boys had to take five minutes to call his Nan – presumably needing words of encouragement for his last attempt. The other (on the left), just two minutes after saying this was the “worst time of my life”, then stated it was “the best time of my life”. Either way, they prepared for another attempt with 20 minutes left on the clock.
Failure
There were five minutes left on the clock, and still a mountain of food remained on both plates. It was clear that this time, they would have to admit defeat. In true food challenge fashion, the waiters whipped out a polaroid to take a photo for their Wall of Shame. The boys are now forever remembered in the toilets of Street Food Chef as having the most insufficient munchies there ever was.