Welcome to Moe's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really really love all types of Mexican food. And I really really love Moe's. But I really HATE going into Moe's because of the loud and over exuberant greeting I get whenever I walk through the door.

"Welcome to Moe's!" from the guy putting the topping onto a monstrosity of a burrito.

"Welcome to Moe's!" from the cashier.

"Welcome to Moe's!" from the teenager wiping down the glass door, trying desperately to close early and giving me the evil eye because I have the nerve to push open her smudgeless glass door with my grubby finger.

I get it. I'm at Moe's. And now I'm horribly embarassed because I'm the type of person who likes to walk, unnoticed, into an eatery. Perhaps it's because I am a sweaty mess from doing Jazzercise 30 seconds prior. Perhaps it's because I am somewhat ashamed to be eyeing the Homewrecker burrito after doing an hour's worth of cardio. Perhaps it's just because I don't want everyone and their mama to know that I am in the threshold of Moe's.

I did order the Homewrecker. I ordered it without sour cream because I care about my cellulite-ridden butt THAT MUCH. I ordered it with guacamole because, evidently, that is "good" fat.

The Moe's staff never says anything when you leave. Maybe it's because they too know that they're welcome is quite enough.

Welcome to Moe's!