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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Taco, burrito, what's comin' out of your speedo? (El Farolito)

Did you ever see that SNL sketch with Cheri Oteri and Will Ferrell as the Spartan Cheerleaders? Well, the title of this post is from that sketch and I felt it fitting as my evening meal last night came from none other than the magical El Farolito.

El Farolito is on Mission St. at 24th St. They have another location on 24th, but I usually go to the one on Mission. I don't know what they put in their burritos to make them taste so good, but I'm pretty sure it's a derivative of cocaine. Which makes a lot of sense when you consider the neighborhood really.

I usually get a vegetarian burrito, with black beans, no sour cream .... Jon gets a super quesadilla suiza al pastor (yummy pork) with everything. Our cat, Charlie, generally eats the tortilla chips (we can't stop him, he loves Mexican food).

The food at El Farolito is by far my favorite "fast" Mexican food in the city. We usually take the food to go, but our ten minutes inside the walls of the restaurant always provide a colorful experience. Two weeks ago we overheard an obviously very intoxicated man telling his GORGEOUS date that she could do better than him, that he was too fucked up for her. She adamantly protested (side note: he was totally right, and she was totally stupid) . We always see at least one family with three generations or more enjoying their meal of tortas, and without fail a homeless person or two who are the occasional receipients of a culinary gift (when an order is botched). I LOVE it there. But I have a hard time eating inside the restaurant as the smells from the bathroom don't aid in my digestion.

Here's the best part: They're open until THREE IN THE MORNING. HOORAY! I haven't mentioned this yet, but I'm an actor, and after a performance there are only, like, 4 places in the city open by the time I get home. Thank God for El Farolito.

There's nothing like that first bite. That melty feeling inside your mouth that makes you swoon. Last night, we noticed that they have added shrimp ceviche tacos to the menu. Jon's response to reading that was "makes me feel like pooping." That's my husband, ladies and gentlemen. I love El Farolito, but I don't think I'll be trying out their seafood options any time soon.


"To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld


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