"You're getting the barbacoa? Seriously?" Joey asked.
"It's the face of the cow."
"I'm sure it's fine, but I just think it's kind of weird to eat a cow's face."
When my tortilla was finished heating up, I told the burrito guy that I wanted to change my mind to steak.
"Why?" he asked. "Because he says that it's the face of the cow?"
"Maybe," I said.
"It's not the face of the cow," he said. "It's just shredded beef."
"Just give me the steak anyway."