Let us sing a song of mourning for Kim's Super Burrito, the grease pit in the alley off of Dwight and Telegraph that closed a few years back. Cheap draft beer and ground beef burritos on a rickety patio next to People's Park -- now that
was grubbin'. This year's prize must go to the perennial runner-up, the ancient Mexican chow-down known as Mario's La Fiesta. You could see its marquee through the wafting tear gas of the '60s, and the place is still dishing out huevos chorizos, cooked salsa, and chile coronado like there's no tomorrow. We're talking heart attack on a plate for five bucks and change, and undergrads have plenty of years left to abuse their arteries. Unlike the spate of Thai and Chinese feedbags in Durant Plaza whose decor is nothing but neon and mirrors, Mario's offers dark, rich, stained wood, narrow aisles, and rattan chairs. Errol Morris pegged it right: Mario's La Fiesta is fast, cheap, and out of control.