Why you can't afford to eff up in NYC.
It’s 6:20 PM in my office. Â And I’m hungry. Â Feeling a craving for some chips ‘n’ salsa and a burrito to match, I strolled up 8th Avenue to my neighborhood Chipotle on 52nd. I could just about taste the guac as I opened the door . . . and saw a line longer than [...]