"Warning Warning Warning If you do NOT want to think about empanadas and chimichurri obsessively for days and weeks on end, DO NOT TRY THEIR MUSHROOM AND GOAT CHEESE EMPANADAS. I swear it took one, and I was hooked. I bought a jar of chimichurri from them to feed my home obsession, but I dropped it and lost it all. That was the breaking point... for the jar and my self control. I needed more, and I needed it right away. I found out that I could order them from doordash, and I did. Again....and again...AND AGAIN. I might actually need therapy. All I wanted to eat for weeks were these empanadas and the spicy chimichurri that they dunk so lovingly into. I 'm 99% certain that my chin started to break out because of the olive oil, and I still can 't stop. I need an adult. I am an adult, but I really, really need an adultier adult to stop me from this madness! One location is closer to me, but a second location closes later; So, I ordered from both, depending on who could feed my mania best at the moment. If only one of them was terrible, maybe I wouldn 't be lost in this empanada hole. The obsession got so bad I actually made my own empanadas and chimichurri to feed the addiction. It took FOREVER, and while they were delicious how am I supposed to make that happen after a long day of work? I couldn 't. I just couldn 't. After a 12 hour day of class and then school, I got home and almost cried because I didn 't have what has now become 94% of my bodily fluids, and ordered twenty. Yes, my loves, I ordered TWENTY EMPANADAS JUST SO I COULD FREEZE THEM AND TAKE THEM OUT WHEN THE CRAVING HIT. I 'm sick. I need help. Send someone to wire my mouth shut. Perhaps worst of all, what truly makes me a criminal Mastermind willing to take everyone down with me? My coworker was making fun of me for my empanada obsession, so I gave her one. That very night she sent me a boozy text, it read: I hate you. Those empanadas were amazing, I 've been craving them. Don 't say that I didn 't warn you."
