In California, or more specifically as it relates to my story, in San Francisco, there’s a lot of talk of amazing Mexican food. The word best gets used pretty frequently. The best burrito, the best taqueria, the best this, the best that.
So naturally, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. After consulting a few food blogs and other websites, some SF locals, and my handy dandy Lonely Planet guidebook, the name I kept getting was La Taqueria. Other places popped up here and there but none with the same frequency or hardcore following as La Taqueria.
“Best Mexican in the Mission!”
“Their burritos are incredible!”
“Ohmygod my favorite!”
When a friend from New York came into town for the weekend and suggested burritos, La Taqueria was an obvious choice since she’d also heard it was a must on the San Francisco food circuit. Continue reading