El Farolito

Tacos Al Pastor and Carne Asada

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Super Quesadilla Suiza with Lengua

After nigh half a year of coaxing and wheedling, Rosie finally managed to get Cheney "I-only-like-Chipotle-and-also-the-Mission-is-too-trendy-for-me" Chen to stop putting off trying El Farolito. So on St. Patrick's Day, rather than eating some traditional black pudding or soda bread, we headed to 24th and Mission. The first picture is from Rosie and Caitlin's previous excursion, where we had opted for the smaller portioned tacos for obvious post-Sycamore pork belly donut reasons. This time, however, Cheney's inauguration would have to contain her favorite beef tongue, encased in Rosie's favorite thing on the menu three years running - the quesadilla. Cheney's doubts at of the prospect of sharing dissolved when we were handed the mammoth mass, brimming with delicious contents. As a delicious soup of meaty juices, sour cream, and the more liquid portions of the salsa ran down our fingers with each bite through the crispy tortilla, Cheney declared that she liked it. She was further won over by the neighborhood in general when she found a fancifully impractical blue sequin dress at Buffalo Exchange that she is now searching for an occasion to wear.