Burrito CFG

2005 July 6
by barclay

Tonight the burrito shop shorted me my napkins – but never fear, my intrepid reader (how cliched is that) – my burrito was solidly constructed, and I had no need for them. (Burrito, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Bur-ri-to: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Bur. Ri. To.) Which, naturally, led me to wonder, is there a Context Free Grammar for the construction or validation of a well-formed burrito?

Based on my sampling of burritos from around the nation, my gut told me no, there is an art form to burritos, which threw me on to the assumption that art is that which cannot be constructed nor validated.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury (to run with the cliches), I rest my case.

If I have one.

Or even a point.

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