Worth Every Minute
The Mission Street Food line at 8:30pm. Sorry for all those in the photo who became Picasso/Escher hybrids. Someone needs to make a panorama program for the iPhone.
But do not be afraid of this line. It’s well worth the wait, and you will make friends.
The Mission Melt and the King Trumpet are in a battle for my very soul.
In the words of our favorite street chef, eating dessert first is a “palette killer”, so you now get a little ticket to pick up your dessert when you get your food. Good call. The brownie was ridiculously good. That brie, dear god, who knew? Less of a wait from order to pickup this time around, definitely optimizing the flow.
Dirty, Dirty Brownies
Mission Street Food Specials
El Camino (Really) In Mission Safeway Parking Lot
Berkeley J-School Covers The Taco Troubles
Our friends across the Bay at the Berkeley School of Journalism have created missionlocal.org, a “hyper-local” website covering, you guessed, the Mission. It was started by Lydia Chávez, a prof who lives in the Mission.
I already like these folks. Any website about the Mission is already a good website. Even better when “Taco Troubles” is one of their headline articles.
Now what possible trouble could there be with tacos in the Mission? (This is certainly a problem, but arguably it is in Duboce Triangle. It is still wrong, even more so that I willingly ate at the chain as a child.)
No, our friends at the Berkeley J-school picked up on Los Troubles del Tonayense. Hélène Goupil clearly wore out some shoe leather as she got some great quotes from the protaganists, Benjamin Santana, the owner of the truck, versus Dana Woldow, co-chair of our favorite group, “The Student Nutrition and Physical Activity Committee”:
On a recent Wednesday, no students stopped to buy tacos, but Woldow said she had seen students buying food at the truck, and passing food to students through the fence.
“If they don’t sell to kids then why are they so insistent on staying in that location?” Woldow asked.
That day, Santana received a letter from the police telling him he has to leave. He now plans on appealing and is hopeful about the outcome. The police, he said, have been very nice to him. “They showed up here and gave me a letter from another case in Twin Peaks. They appealed it and they won,” he said.
Good to know it is being appealed, and glad to see the cops being cool about it. Do these things get public hearings? And could you actually pass a taco through a chain link fence? (*Would* any taco eater risk such a manoeuver given the risk of destabilizing the structural integrity of a taco?)
More importantly, I bet Ms. Waldow doesn’t realize there’s a fenced-off garden between the soccer field and the fence.
Quotes from Reasonable People:
- John O’ Connell High School’s principal, Janet Schulze, said she is supportive of the nutrition committee, but added, “The taco truck is so a non-issue for us. It doesn’t take business from the cafeteria.”
- When asked if he thinks El Tonayense means less money for the school cafeteria, Wilinski (a customer) laughed and took another big bite out of his burrito.”… “It’s not like they’re drug dealers,” he said.
Best of all? The Committee doesn’t go after the ice cream trucks that park in front of elementary schools:
Just a few blocks away, right next to another El Tonayense truck owned by Santana’s brother, Esquivel Santana, students from George R. Moscone Elementary School ran out to meet their parents. Ice cream sellers rang their bells tempting children with sweet snacks. The ordinance doesn’t include such vendors.
“That’s a separate battle someone else will have to fight,” Woldow said.
Maybe Santana can buy a bell and fool the the Committee for Student Nutrition and Hypocritical Activity.
Burrito Justice’s Binding Verdict: Repeal the ordinance.
Sadly, Burrito Justice’s jurisdiction decreases at the inverse square of distance. But Santana and his El Tonayense truck of happiness should get grandfathered if this silly ordinance can’t get repealed. Hell, he can promise not to sell to minors and “The Committee” can spend its time posting guards outside El Faro.
Indie Music of Mystery – Mother Mother
Burrito Justice is not just about food. It is often enjoyable to listen to music while eating food. (Mission Street Food rocked out Thursday night with portable speakers, for example.)
Anyway, as part of the Canadian Mafia, I have access to some indie music I bet you don’t know about but I think you will like as it is good and clever. (Please do not make any Celine Dion jokes. She is Canada’s weapon of mass destruction — if you piss us off, there is lots more “talent” we can deploy from Quebec. (You think we’re kidding? One word –“Cirque de Soleil”…))
Anyway, you should check out Mother Mother — they’re from Quadra Island (just off my own island, Vancouver Island). They just came out with their 2nd album, O My Heart. I am horrible at describing music but it has the good rhythm, and the guitars, and the vocals. (Crap, I had better work on this.) But their songs are solid, they have an extremely distinct sound, and damn do they build. They stick in your head, but in the good way. And then people will say, “My, what insanely cool song is that person whistling? I had better check Burrito Justice to find out, as that is the t-shirt they are wearing.” Or they might ask you. Luckily you are prepared:
Body of Years from their new album, O My Heart via iTunes, not out yet on the Amazon mp3 store
Polynesia from their first album, Touch Up via iTunes, or Amazon
Best news of all? They are playing at the Hotel Utah on Nov 5! (I just figured this until after I started writing this post – I love the Internet!) That’s a mere 7 blocks from the Mission, so it’s OK to go. And $8! That’s like 1.5 burritos. See you there Nov 5.
BBQ on Mission, whoo hoo!
BBQ is coming to Mission @ Precita (just past Cesar Chavez)! Whoo hoo! It’s Baby Blues BBQ, like the one in Venice Beach.
Gotta love it when you can walk to get BBQ. And never mind corn bread, mmmm…
Mmmm… Street Food…
Mission Street Food – there’s a special!
Mission Street Food, Don’t Forget Your Sandwich!
For a moment I thought it was Thursday night and had forgotten about Mission Street Food. What a wave of relief when I realized I hadn’t missed out on sandwiches and cookies yet again. I am getting there early.
























