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Growing up in California, where nearly everyone lives no more than five minutes from a decent taqueria (and usually two lousy ones), I used to snicker at mainstream "Mexican Grills" like Chipotle. Even the Apple cafeteria in Infinite Loop made a mean burrito for a few bucks. It wasn't until I got to the jalapeno-starved 'burb of Ann Arbor before I began to realize what I had taken for granted for so long.

So it shouldn't be a surprise that people were lined up out the door and around the building when Chipotle opened the first franchise in town yesterday. And I was one of them.

OK, so maybe the burritos were free. But my buddy, Vivian, and I were there for the opening bell along with a hundred undergrads. We chowed down our cheap-itos with delight. And I'll probably go back again.

Trust me. In this town, Chipotle is the valedictorian of a remedial class.