Dandelion Chocolate, 740 Valencia St (at 18th), San Francisco, CA 94110
Dandelion Chocolate, 740 Valencia St (at 18th), San Francisco, CA 94110
I came across 7×7 Magazine’s list for the Top 6 (+1) Super Carne Asada Burritos in SF, which seemed right up my alley! Not only do I look for good taquerias, but I am most fond of carne asada burritos. Even if it is an old post, it’s still relevant to my interests.
My initial reactions: burritos are not particularly photogenic. (= Seriously, though:
I recently ate at Papalote as a result of finding this list, and this is the real reason for writing this post. I can confidently recommend Papalote to my out-of-town friends! This is the first place I can say this about, so far.
My thoughts on the others:
Taqueria Cancun’s carne asada burrito is good but also not outstanding. Fortunately, there are a variety of salsas with which one could augment the burrito. It is definitely in a better setting, as I didn’t feel gross sitting down here. It’s worth stopping by if you’re around, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to get a carne asada burrito here. 4 – on my list
I almost closed the window when I saw the name Chipotle. Not because it’s bad, but I just can’t consider it as a burrito from a taqueria. I consider Chipotle to be in another class of “healthier versions of junkier food,” and therefore un-comparable to taqueria food. If you’re wondering why I think of it this way… I’ll tell you!
When I first tried Chipotle, I thought it was an abomination. It wasn’t wrapped correctly (something I often take for granted): its shape was more cubic than cylindrical, and it was leaking ingredients through both ends AND the middle! Clearly, Chipotle employees do not know how to properly wrap burritos (and I still find this to be the case more often than not). Later I found out that Chipotle was supposed to be healthy and fresh; I couldn’t understand how people liked this from a burrito! After asking friends and colleagues what they like about Chipotle, I heard a common response: it provided a healthier option of similar food. I gave it another try with the mindset of getting healthy food… and only at this point was I able to appreciate Chipotle’s burritos as a collection of fresh, healthy, burrito-like ingredients. Clearly not what I normally expect when going to a taqueria!
El Farolito is good but certainly over-hyped for carne asada burritos. There is obviously a difference in my taste vs. others’ taste since I don’t think the burrito is outstanding in itself nor with the usual lime/salsa condiments. This is why it is important to find someone whose taste you can understand and align to! The fact that it is continually rated as the best *for or by those who are drunk or hungover* is already a red flag for me that the reason why others like it (to recover from a bad night out?) is far different than mine (for a harmonious and purposeful combination of rice, beans, and carne asada).
Not that is an invalid reason, it just points to the need to understand why others recommend or like something, hence my desire to put forth these posts and this blog!
I recently ventured out to Stable Cafe as part of my systematic attempt in trying coffee shops that are recommended for one reason or another… usually for good coffee, sometimes for its appearance. Fortunately, Stable Cafe was both. And they were kind enough to reserve a table for me and mine (turned out I was rollin’ 6 deep) outdoors since the weather was nice.
So I came prepared intestinally (stomach on empty) and mentally (researched the beans they serve), with my trigger finger ready on the camera shutter.
When I walked in, I noticed that the line was about 8-long. Not because of slow operations, but because it was a busy, bustling cafe with almost all indoor tables occupied. While waiting in line I noticed a wandering child whose dress appeared to be from a century past. I was glad they reserved a large table for me and my crew. Their courtyard felt like a bit of an escape from the busy streets of The Mission in San Francisco. I liked it.
Knowing that this was an entirely new brand of bean for me (De La Paz), I asked in advance what is recommended; each recommendation was espresso based (latte, cortado, cappuccino). Since I typically have drip coffee, I decided I would order that and a cortado. 🙂
My evaluation: a solid recommendation. If I were in the neighborhood I would totally go back. But I wouldn’t make an effort to go back specifically. Not because anything was wrong, in fact it is all good. I just think there is better for coffee. Stable Cafe provides a solid, well-rounded experience: good customer service, a cute setting, good coffee and good food.
I also got myself a croissant with cheese and ham, while others got the Pomba (toast, bacon, brie, egg in the hole). The croissant was good, as expected. I mean, it’s a buttery, carby, cheesy, savory bundle of warming goodness. However, I wondered if I missed out by not ordering the Pomba that everyone else got (but not because they have tried it previously; it was just happenstance).
Also, there was parking directly across the street. In San Francisco. In The Mission. During the peak brunch hour. Imagine that! Fortune smiled upon me that day.
Earlier today, I read about a poll conducted that asked people about life changing burritos. The results indicated that El Farolito burritos changed the most respondents’ lives by a wide margin. This evoked an immediate response:
First, I question whether lives really changed. And if they changed, how so and why is the change due to this burrito?
Second, I question the validity of the survey and audience composition.
Why? One of the first-remembered recommended taquerias in San Francisco came from a co-worker who lives in Austin, TX. She claimed to have dreams about burritos from El Farolito. She strongly urged that I try it and report back to her. I indulged, but I was disappointed. Not because the burrito was bad, but because it was good. It was not life-changing, only good. Something didn’t seem right!
I have a standardized burrito-eating process. I tend to get the same, favorite options in order to have something consistent to compare against: regular (not super, which is typically meat, rice, beans, and sometimes salsa) carne asada burrito, plus some salsa and limes/lemons. I will try a few bites of the burrito without adding anything in order to see how it comes originally prepared. Next I’ll try it with limes, then with salsa, lastly with limes and salsa. Only this way do I see what the burrito has to offer, and how (if at all) it is complemented by the lime and/or available salsa(s). This goes back to my appreciation of harmony, how the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
The result: The regular carne asada burrito was good in a mediocre way. Nothing special about it, but nothing bad about it either. It was of an average size, with an average flavor, an average cost, in a seemingly average setting (average for SF, which may be atypical everywhere else?). The individual components seemed appropriately seasoned, but not in a way that was special. The lime was a pleasant addition as it typically complements Mexican food, however the salsa did not seem to complement with the burrito.
Why wasn’t my life changed?! The next day, I asked what it was that my coworker dreamt about. Turns out she loves the chile relleno burrito. I don’t particularly look for chile relleno burritos. They just aren’t my thing. Perhaps that explains it!
Eventually, I did go back to try the chile relleno burrito… and my life has not changed. And I took a photo of a chile relleno plate that my girlfriend ordered:
I even went back a third time, to try their carnitas burrito (my usual backup if carne asada is lackluster), and my opinion remained the same.
My conclusion: I think many of the readers have been shown what a true burrito should be by going to El Farolito. This is a good thing, as I am a fan of burritos and seek to explore taquerias in SF to find a favorite. For many people whose lives were changed, I posit that El Farolito likely set the bar, giving them a new standard with which to measure future burritos. But in my decades of taqueria burrito-eating experience, it just isn’t special.
To complete my review… the bathroom was musky, but relatively clean for a place in SF’s Mission district. I didn’t shudder like I do when I have to hold the handrail on the Muni. The line for the cashier seemed in itself a slice of San Francisco, with people of all kinds: yuppies, homeless-looking folks, a hipster couple, some unsupervised children, one elderly asian lady, and someone dressed like Michael Jackson. If only I took a picture.