If simplicity in authenticity reigned supreme, these burritos would have their castle rather than an EZ-UP, a king’s table instead of a folding one, and a golden chest full of cachanilla burritos instead of an igloo with reused tortilla bags full of aluminum-wrapped burritos.
The stretch of Vermont Avenue where you’ll find El Cachanilla Burritos is desolate. Behind the stand is a barbed wired metal fence protecting shipping containers, while across the street, a long-gardened stucco wall gates a residential community.
