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Since I've had a string of just-ok burritos recently, it seemed appropriate to break the chain by heading down to Taqueria San Francisco on this foggy Thursday. I met up with fellow burritophile Aaron and ordered a super carne asada. Bliss.



Big chunks of avocado, melted cheese, smoky meat, piping hot, washed down with a bottled real-sugar Mexican Coke. Yum.

It's not that I haven't been eating burritos, it's that I haven't been writing much about the burritos I'm eating. Well, that, and that I'm reluctant to push the baby off the top of the page. The short of it - Gordo took a dive last week by giving me some other guy's burrito (mild salsa, sour cream, no guac, black beans) instead of what I'd ordered (hot, guac, no crema, refried). I was bummed, so I went to La Fonda last night instead. Who knew that they had al pastor? Who knew that it was decent?

Well, I know that now.

Those of you who follow our flickr feed on the left have probably noticed that every now and then shots of babies show up. Why? Well, there's a type of swaddling called the burrito roll, which involves wrapping your baby in blankets as if the tyke were our favorite food item! A friend of mine just had a baby, and decided to take this roll to its logical conclusion and...you can see the awesomeness for yourself. We're proud to present Charlotte - our first truly burrito-wrapped baby!

I happened to be up in Novato this morning, and decided to see what the North Bay burrito scene was like. As happy chance would have it, my meetings ended around lunch time, and I was able to make my way to Taqueria Real on a sunny spring day.

Check the review for the skinny - I'd just like to note that the staff was friendly, the people (Novatites) tanned and relaxed, and my burrito, though unwrapped, was hot all the way through. Have a good weekend, all.

Hey, I made the SF Weekly. Talking about burritos, natch. Really, I'm trying to throw some cold water on yet another NorCal vs. SoCal Internet argument. I like this quote:

More troubling than the north-south rift, Johnson told SFoodie, is the fact that a good burrito of any style is unknown to much of the nation. "You can't get a decent burrito in Oklahoma, in Maine, or in the entire city of New York," Johnson said. "Until that happens, we've got better things to do than fight over which is better."

Hey, I even sound smart. Seriously, though. There are poor Oklahomans who've never experience the true joy of a good burrito. We need to coexist, so as to best help those in need.

I went down to Cuco's this evening to pick up a couple of burritos and bring them home. When I walked in, my old friend Jeff was standing there, and he broke into a wide smile. We exchanged handshakes and pleasantries, then caught up a bit. It turns out he's moving out of the city (sad), and tonight was a clean-out-the-apartment night, which they were going to do while fortified with plantain burritos and cerveza.

On the bright side of things, they're moving down to the other axis of Bay Area burritodom, Mountain View, to a house that's only a short hop from La Bamba, La Costena, and Los Altos Taqueria. So while they're going suburban, their burrito lifestyle may get even better. I left a little happier upon seeing an old friend. A few minutes later, I was full and my mouth was on fire. A good night, this.