Once upon a time, long, long ago (actually, it was in the 70’s), in a galaxy (a city really, Norwood in fact), far, far away (250 miles to be specific) there was a Mexican fast food restaurant called Zantigo’s. The Zantigo chain had a reputation for fresh, fast, simple, flavorful Tex-Mex at low prices. Without a doubt, the most memorable item on their menu was an item known as the Chilito, a wonderful mixture of chili and cheese wrapped in a flour tortilla. The Chilito was not merely a wonderful fast food product, but it was, beyond doubt, the perfect eating-while-driving entree. The chili-cheese ratio was perfectly balanced to insure that after a minute or so of cooling off, the chilito simply would not drip, run, or drop into the lap of the unsuspecting driver. Three chilitos was the minimum order for a real man (or woman), and to a Zantigo’s aficionado, there was simply no substitute.
Alas, Zantigo’s was a small operation, lacking the gargantuan funding of their primary competitor, Taco Bell (owned by the even more gargantuan PepsiCo), and as time went by, Pepsico took notice of Zantigo’s market penetration. Eventually, PepsiCo bought Zantigo’s and folded their locations into the Taco Bell chain. Some of us were aware of the acquisition, and took whatever measures we could to stave off the inevitable. A friend of mine actually stockpiled Zantigo’s taco sauce packets in his freezer to ward off the day when he would no longer have access to its spicy goodness. Even I was saddened when he informed me, about two and a half years later, that he had finally run out.
When Taco Bell absorbed Zantigo’s, the Taco Bell menu took precedence. Zantigo’s essentially disappeared. But one small trace remained, a trace that still appears occasionally even today. It’s called the chili-cheese burrito, and it’s pretty good, although Taco Bell simply can’t seem to get the proportions of chili and cheese right to make it a driving food. You really don’t want to try eating a chili-cheese burrito in the car without a couple of napkins in your lap. Nevertheless, it’s the only thing most of us have left by which to remember Zantigo’s (Ha! You thought I was going to end that sentence with a preposition, didn’t you?).
But this story has a (sort of) happy ending. It seems that two brothers, Don and Kevin (no last names given on their website) have purchased the trademarks, recipes, and franchising rights to the Zantigo restaurants, and now have six locations in operation. Unfortunately, all the locations are in Minnesota, so for the time being, I’m not likely to get a fix for my Zantigo jones any time soon.
So, today in Elyria, Ohio, I found a Taco Bell that was still serving the chili-cheese burrito, and consumed one reverently with a Diet Pepsi, all the while silently praying for the success of a couple of fellows named Kevin and Don, somewhere in Minnesota…. http://www.zantigo.com/
Note: the parenthetical comment about ending a sentence with a preposition is inserted in honor of my high school English teacher, Sarah Kensinger, who is often in my thoughts as I compose this blog.