Day 32: Rico's

Today marks the beginning of month two of twelve in my quest to complete the mythical year of tacos. One down, eleven to go, and I'm just starting to hit my taco stride! After another rough Saturday, it was Rico's to the rescue again. Halftime of the Sunday night football game presented the perfect opportunity to peel myself off the couch for a quick trip around the corner to grab some Mexican grub. With the Daily Taco's Senior Taco Consultant and Taco Quality Comptroller in attendance, two shrimp tacos began month two on a very high note. Yum Yum Yum!

Day 31: El Norteno

A taqueria on wheels! Brilliant idea? Filthy idea? Both? I set out this Saturday to find out. Across the street from the S.F. Hall of Justice (no, the super friends do not live there. That would be way cool, though), the El Norteno "roach coach" parks every day to serve delicious mexican fare to law-abiding citizens and felons alike with a refreshing lack of prejudice. My DA buddy (El Chezerie as he is known south of the border) had recently been praising this mobile taco stand for serving some of the best authentic tacos in the city. Not surprisingly, Senor Salty would not be content until he had confirmed these taco rumors for himself. After a $500 dollar stop at BevMo to prepare for the Chez's house warming party later in the afternoon, we made a bee-line for 850 Bryant, and the El Norteno truck. I followed the Chez's lead and placed my order for three carne asada tacos. They arrived on a plate with a slice of lime and spicy pickled carrots and jalapenos; the juicy steak complimented by a very minimalist acoutrement of cilantro, onions, and hot sauce. Perfect! Just like tacos fresh off a cart in the alleys of any Mexican metropolis. Most surprising was the score of a perfect 100 points on the S.F. Health department's certificate of cleanliness. Very impressive, indeed!

Day 30: Don Ramon's

As I tried to make my way home from work today, the usual Friday afternoon traffic forced me to reconsider the path I would take from Daly City to North Beach. With the freeway full of horrible drivers, and the weather tending towards showers (nothing like rain to make bad San Francisco drivers absolutely atrocious), I decided it would be in my best interests to get off the freeway as soon as soon as I got within the city limits. Street traffic was, not surprisingly, slow as well, and I soon found myself cruising outer SOMA in a vain attempt to out smart the S.F. auto gridlock. Upon comming to terms with the fact that a quick trip home was not in the cards today, and seeing as how I had missed lunch, I was fortunate enough to recall that I had been pointed in the direction of a Mexican restaurant in the near vicinity by my buddy JB. A short detour later I was parked in front of Don Ramon's on 11th street between Howard and Folsom. Continuing with the "taco meal" theme from yesterday, I ordered the two taco (one chicken, one beef)lunch. My tacos arrived flanked by rice and refried beans, and were covered with shredded lettuce (yes, there are tacos under that green mound) and red sauce. The meat was deliciously spicy, and the shells were just the right amount of crunchy. Thank you John Brown for an excellent taco recommendation. Don Ramon's is now officially in the taco rotation!

Day 29: Taqueria Maria

Work took me South to Seton hospital in Daly City today. With the extensive amount of time I spend at this medical center, I was fairly sure I had become acquainted with all of the fooding options within a reasonable distance. I was resigned to eating Taco Bell again as it was the only Mexican option close enough for me to reach before the surgery I was to attend began. Imagine my joyful surprise when , as I drove up Sullivan avenue on my way to the hospital, I saw a taqueria hidden in a strip mall that had never caught my eye before. In a split second decision, I pulled a hard (mostly illegal) left across two lanes of traffic and into the parking lot. Not the smartest move considering the restaurant was full of Daly City's finest! Thankfully they were engrossed in their tacos, burritos, and chimi changas, and so took no notice of my erratic driving. The order: carne asada tacos. The question from the guy behind the counter: how many? The menu said you got two tacos per order, so I said two to make it easy on him. Counter guy then mumbled something at me that was mostly unintelligible. I decided a positive head nod was the proper response since I was relatively sure whatever I was agreeing to would, at the very least, still involve tacos. When my food arrived, it was apparent my nod had transformed my two taco order into a "taco dinner" complete with beans, rice, and guacamole. Excellent! The carne asada was delicious, with a citrusy kick that really brightened the flavor of my tacos. After my meal, it was abundantly clear how I had escaped the long arm of the law during my earlier automotive escapades: the food at Taqueria Maria is distractingly delicious.

Day 28: Las Palomas

With an hour and a half to kill between surgeries at Peninsula hospital today, I decided to expand my Milbrae Mexican food horizons beyond the black hole of a Taco Bell that always seemed to drag me in to its drive thru whenever I ventured too close. After a mighty struggle to break free of the T-Bell's gravitational pull, I succeeded in continuing North on El Camino, deeper into uncharted taco territory then ever before. My persistence was rewarded when, in less than a mile, I stumbled upon Las Palomas taqueria. Hidden next to a Dominos pizza on the sixteen hundred block of El Camino, a passer by might never guess that this unassuming restaurant hides some extremely tasty food. The standard order of two pollo asado tacos with guacamole arrived piping hot, with tender CORN tortillas, delicious chicken (you can tell a good tacqueria when the grilled chicken is mostly dark thigh meat), and a great authentic touch of onions and cilantro sprinkled on top. Served on a white plastic plate with just the right amount of chips to scoop up the taco fillings that I couldn't keep in the shell long enough to get in my mouth, these were definitely two very satisfying afternoon treats.

Day 27: Tres Agaves

Seeing as the Giants have officially fallen 18 American games back of first in the NL west, I figured it would be safe to venture down by the ball park for my tacos this evening even thought there was a home game agains the Padres (Dres 6, Gigantes 4. Love that Giants bull pen!). Tres Agaves, two blocks from Pac Bell park (or the Big Phone as it is known to us locals), is a spectacular Mexican restaurant housed in an old SOMA (South of Market for those of you from not here) warehouse. While the exposed timbers and brick walls make for a great ambiance, its the tacos that really shine at this offshoot of Cabo Wabo (Long Live the Red Rocker) and Tommy's restaurant on Geary (a sure future stop on Senor Salty's taco path). Tonight I chose the fried snapper tacos as I had recently been dreaming about a college trip to San Felipe (the undisputed top spot for fish taco's). Four little tacos arrived filled with crispy fish, spicy crema, and crunchy cabbage. They were just what I had been craving. Washed down with a couple of Pacificos, these tacos were truly delectable.

Day 26: Taco Bell

The "fresco style" crunchy taco. My secret weapon in the battle to eat a year of tacos and not die of heart failure. With the amount of T-Bell I expect to eat during this year, I can use all the help I can get. What, prey tell, is a "fresco style" taco? Imagine a regular taco, only better for you, and even more tasty. Impossible you say. O ye of little faith. You dare to doubt the mighty Bell. The taco magicians at my favoritest of fast food chains have concocted a taco so brilliant I still marvel at its ingenious simplicity. Take your average every day taco (or any delicious menu item), get rid of the cheese/sauce, and replace it with what surprisingly seems to be freshly made "fiesta" salsa (which, according to the website, consists of a zesty mix of tomatoes, onions, and cilantro). Three of these yummy treats (a #8 combo as you know from the last T-Bell post) roll in at a measly 440 calories, with 9 grams of fiber, and 20 grams of muscle building protein. You also save 6 grams of fat (4 of those saturated), and 70 calories over a #8 of the non-fresco variety. Amazing! And the best part is, the fiesta salsa adds that perfect extra zing that raises the Bells already good tacos to the next plane of tacodom.

Day 25: Rico's

The Choco Taco vote is in, and, thanks to the subterfuge of my two wonderful sisters, the people of the Daily Taco have decided that a Choco Taco (despite being in taco form and being called a taco) will not count in my quest to complete the year of taco's. Despite the fact that this will make completion of my taco streak far more perilous, I am greatful that the Senor Salty faithful take my quest seriously enough to demand such a high level of taco compliance. I commend you all for exercising you God given right as an American (or wherever you may hail from) to be heard in matters as vital as this one. Now on to todays taco's. Rico's is my go to reciever on Sundays during footbal season. Its close propximity to my couch, along with Rico's fast taco prep time, make it the perfect play to call for a half-time food run. As I watched my fantasy team go down in flames today (116 pass yards and 3 int's! Come on Marc Bulger! Even "The Daily Taco's" senior taco consultant/former Saint Ignatius Wildcats star QB could have done better than that!), two carnitas taco's with guac still managed to put a big smile on my face.

Day 24: El Toreador

With my sister in town fron LA for the weekend, it was back to my parents house on the West side for today's taco excursion. On the bustling thoroughfare that is West Portal, El Toreador has been a staple of San Francisco dining since my parents were in high school. Opening its doors during the days when Mexican cuisine was nearly unheard of in Northern California, El Toreador has been boldly serving up delicious tacos, burritos, and enchiladas to a greatful San Francisco population. With mom, dad, and sister along for todays taco feast, it was a family affair as we made the short drive to "The Portal." Once we were seated and provided with copious amounts of chips and salsa, the decision to order the chile verde was a quick and easy one. A spectacular platter loaded with spicy chunks of pork, cheezy beans, rice, lettuce, and fresh tortillas was quickly delivered to the table. My mouth began to water as I assembeled what would be the first of three tasty tacos I would eat this evening. The pork was tender, the beans were creamy, and the salsa had the perfect level of spiciness. With tacos this tasty, its no wonder El Toreador has been a staple of the SF restaurant scene for so many years.

Day 23: El Faro

Growing up on the west side of San Francisco was, at times, very much like growing up in a suburb of the city. With the mountains of Twin Peaks between us and the rest of the city, it seemed as though we were cut off from the other neighborhoods that filled the seven mile by seven mile square that was home. It was far easier for my fellow mexican cuisine afficianados and I to head south to Daily and South Cities than it was to try and brave the hills and traffic to reach San Francisco's "inner boroughs." When a change was needed from our usual Gordo fare, a favorite choice was El Faro in South SF. A short drive down 280 brought us to this fine mexican establishment that served up some of the biggest burritos I had ever come across. Not surprisingly, El Faro won out over the Taco Bell next door almost every time. As work took me south of the city today, I decided it was the perfect time to revisit this taqueria from my formative years. Two little carnitas tacos with lettuce, hot sauce, and guac and I could see why the menu listed these as "the authentic taco." Delicious!

Day 22: Taco Bell

Over the course of my many years on this planet, I have learned a few important undeniable truths of life: the sky is blue, the sun sets in the West, and sometimes you just need T-bell. In spite of the numerous taco offerings available at more "authentic" Mexican restaurants, an occasional "run to the border" is an absolute necessity in life. I don't know if its the tasty trans fats, or if they sprinkle crack on their food, but the t-bell cravings I experience (usually during or just after a night of heavy drinking) are impossible to ignore. It's almost Pavlovian: when that T-bell rings, I come a-runnin'. After last nights festivites, a #8 combo (3 crunchy taco's and a diet pepsi) were the perfect answer for my slightly "under the weather" state this thursday.

Day 21: Gordo

There are three Gordo locations in San Francisco: one on Clement, one on 9th ave, and one on Geary. While the Gordo on 9th is undoubtedly my favorite, I dine at the one on Geary most frequently (it is close to one of the hospitals I spend a generous amount of time at). With my first two Gordo posts coming from 9th ave, I decided it was time to give Gordo Geary a chance to shine. As the years have passed, Gordo Geary has done a great job playing catch-up with its big brother. In the past, Gordo 9th was so superior I would long for that locations taco guys to share whatever secret they were keeping from their taco brethren across the city. Now, tacos from both locations taste almost identical. The differences are so subtle that a taco novice would be hard pressed to believe they were made by two different people, yet alone at two different locations. Alas, I have been cursed with such a highly developed taco palate that I will always be able to discern the intangible nuances that make Gordo 9th the pinnacle of the taco world. That being said, two chicken tacos with guac and jalapenos from Gordo Geary today were the perfect lunch for a beautiful Indian Summer Wednesday in the city.

Day 20: La Taqueria

After last weeks disappointing failure to show, I was pleasantly surprised today when I again received an invitation from the Marquis De Sade to boldly brave the Mission in search of some authentic tacos to appease Senor Salty. A quick jaunt to 24th and Mission brought us to La Taqueria, a restaurant consistently ranked at the top of the San Francisco taco ladder. This small, bustling establishment had a facade that would have been at home along the streets of San Felipe, and tasty little tacos match. From the pero outside begging for scraps, to the mariachi band playing over the speaker system, this place was right out of a Mexican fairy tale. But what really sets La Taqueria apart you ask? This place is so hard core that if you placed your order without beans, they actually charged you extra! I kid you not, it was on the menu. Two delicious tacos (one carne asada, one carnitas, both with beans) and an ice cold Pacifico, and the Marquis former transgressions were officially forgiven!

Day 19: La Salsa

I first began my love affair with La Salsa in college at UCSD (Go Tritons!). I would frequent their many locations whenever the mood struck me, snacking on their delicious taco's, burritos, and quesadillas till my tummy was happy and full. Alas, when I made the move back to SF, there was nary a La Salsa to be found. Oh, how I missed the comfort of their quasi-authentic Mexican fare. Then, one magical day, as I cruised along El Camino Real in South City, a familiar sign in a strip mall caught my eye. Could it be my long lost La Salsa. Yes! As I took the first bite of my burrito that day, fond memories from my years in SD washed over me. Ah, to be 20 again and surrounded by Mexican food. A man can dream, can't he? As I ate my carnitas tacos this afternoon, I found myself yearning for some San Diego sun, and some SoCal taco's. I may have to take The Daily Taco on the road again sooner than later.

Day 18: Jimboy's Tacos

In light of yesterdays nearly disasterous plan to get tacos later in the day, this mornings number one priority was satisfying my daily taco requirement. A 9am departure time from Tahoe got us to El Dorado Hills at approximately 10:30am, the perfect hour of the morning for a little Mexican brunch. Jimboy's, of which I had heard many positive things, was the taqueria of choice on this Sunday. A #15 combo (consisting of 2 steak tacos) seemed like the perfect way to satiate my hankering for tacos. Slightly crispy shells, fresh pico, and tender carne all added up to a very satisfying experience at this, my first stop at Jimboy's.

Day 17: Baja Fresh

South Lake Tahoe sucks! Apparently there are no tacos to be had after 11:00pm! Cabo Wabo, no tacos! T-bell, no tacos! Got in a cab and said "Take me some place I can get tacos!" Cabby said there was no where I could get tacos at such a late hour! As I wandered around state line, convinced day 17 would be the end of my taco streak, I saw a magnificent light off in the distance. The Baja Fresh sign sparkled in the crisp, night time mountain air. I walked up to the door, and to my surprise, it opened when I pulled the handle. I wandered in, thinking it must be closed. It was! What was I to do? With the fear that failure was a very good possibility becoming more and more tangible, I flagged down the first person I saw and begged for a taco. After a good amount of explaining about thedailytaco.com, the night manager (my favorite girl on the planet, Natasha) took pity on me; reopening the kitchen and whipping up a carnitas taco seemingly out of thin air. It was heaven. Between the delicious taco I had been craving, and the outstanding company I had at Baja Fresh, this may have been the best taco of my life. Thank you sooooooooooooo much Baja Fresh in south shore. I will never be able to repay the great kindness you did for me this evening.

Day 16: El Super Burrito

In the quaint little town of Millbrae, CA lies a slightly out of place barn-esque triangle of a building off the main thoroughfare, El Camino Real. If it weren't for the orange, white, and green colors sprayed over every inch, (and the "El Super Burrito" sign along the road), I may never have guessed that a mexican restaurant lay inside this throwback from an earlier Milbrae era (or an earlier IHOP era as the case may be). Once inside, it was obvious that I would find some authentic Mexican fare. From the tile tables, to the pictures of soccer players on the walls, to the delicious little carnitas tacos, this place was like walking into a taqueria along the streets of Rosarito or TJ (That's actually a compliment. Really!). My favorite aspect of my El Super Burrito experience was the tortillas. My taco barista first steamed my CORN tortillas, then threw them on the griddle for a few seconds. I had never before seen this technique. It yielded a shell that was soft, yet had that certain flavor usually associated with a tougher solamente grilled tortilla. I salute you, El Super Burrito, for opening my eyes to a whole new world of taco preparation. Gracias!

Day 15: Fred's kitchen

After a certan Marquis De Sade bailed on tonights plans to hit up the Dirty Mission (yes Dirty with a capital D. Have you ever been to the Mission?) for some dinner in the citys Mexican food mecca, I was left without my usual well thought out plan for where the days tacos would come from. A quick trip to Safeway seemed like the perfect way to get myself back on track. While perusing the meat section, I stumbled onto Chi-Chi's tub-o-shredded chicken. It said in no uncertain terms that it was in fact for tacos, so into my basket it went. Some La Tortilla Factory CORN tortillas (they are the best), and a jug of Guac and I was ready to roll. Into the microwave went the tortillas, chicken, black beans, and a little pepperjack. 60 seconds later out came two steaming tacos as if by magic! A dollop of guac, and dinner was served. Not the most impressive looking tacos, but that tub-o-chicken turned out to be mighty tasty. Thank you Chi-Chi's!

Day 14: Ricos

In light of a supposed brush with failure in Boston, the subject of our next T.D.T. poll will be an important one. I must call upon each and every one of you to lend your opinion on a vital question which may have far reaching consequences in my quest to throw "The Perfect Game" of the taco eating world. Senior Salty must know: does a Choco Taco count as a taco? Now on to todays tacos. Rico's. My old stand by never let's me down. When I get home from a hard day at work, I know I have but a short walk ahead of me to reach the tasty treat that always seems to brighten my mood. Two grilled chicken tacos with guac and all my troubles seemed to just melt away.

Day 13: Pancho Villa

The hands down best thing about Pancho Villa is the taco especial. Most taquerias have two versions of the taco, a regular (too little stuff in the taco), and a super (too much stuff in the taco). Enter the Pancho Villa taco especial. Meat, cheese, beans, slasa, and guacamole. No sour creme. No rice. No lettuce. No anything I don't want in my taco, yet everything I do want without having to make any special requests. If ordering was this easy everywhere, the world would be a much better place. Two pollo asada taco especial's, some chips, and access to the famous Pancho Villa salsa bar and I was one happy Fredo.

Day 12: The Celebrity Cafe

Inside Peninsula hospital (my home away from home) lies an inconspicuous cafe that caters to the many fine employees and visitors that cross its threshold each day. On my many lunch excursions to "The Celebrity," as it is affectionately called, I had noticed an occasional daily taco special, but had payed no attention as I figured it was not the kind of establishment that would make an acceptable taco (and Taco Bell is right down the block). As I perused the menu today, I noticed an offering of chicken tacos towards the bottom of the entrees section that had never before caught my eye. After my harrowing experience in Boston, I decided it was as good a time as any to give the Celebrity's tacos a shot. Three surprisingly tasty bundles of goodness were the reward for my bold lunch time decision. Served with creamy guacamole and fresh pico, each taco served as a delicious reminder that any mexican food on the West coast is far superior to what passes for south of the border cuisine in Boston.
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Day 11: Delivery tacos

After missing my 6:15am flight home (shocking, I know), I was forced to accept the fact that I would once again have to brave the "Boston Taco" if my eating streak was to remain intact. With a heavy heart, I fished a taqueria take-out menu I had come across Friday out of my pocket and was pleasantly surprised to see that this particular establishment would deliver tacos to me. A quick phone call, and about 20 minutes later 2 chicken tacos arrived at the door. Surprisingly, they weren't too bad. Not good, but not terrible either. And so the streak continues in spite of Boston's continued attempts at taco sabotage.
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Day 10: Gumps apartment

Boston. Land of 1000 lobsters. Land of the worst tacos I have ever had (I've had some bad tacos). After last nights taco expaeience (the Chaco Taco was far superior to the shrimp tacos in many ways), I decided it may be safer to create my own tacos than to brave taco country Boston style. A trip to shaws market, along with 5 pounds of live lobster, and I was convinced I had made a wise decision. With Dave Larsen on lobbie duty, Dupe whipping up a tasty mexican crema, Snotty O popping bottles of wine, and me taking care of some fresh salsa, we may have busted out the tastiest lobster taco meal in the history of the modern taco. The only thing missing was the Gump-dog, who I didn't get nearly enough time with during my weekend in dirty, no taco having Boston. Needless to say, ill be back again soon to share my taco expertise with the Gump, and teach Boston a thing or two about what may be the tastiest food in all of America; the taco.
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Day 9.2: Boston

Real tacos have been found.

Cactus Club ruleZ!
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Day 9: Boston

Yes T.D.T. (The Daily Taco) faithful, thedailytaco.com is now bi-costal. I arrived in the great city of Boston today, excited for what kind of exciting twist on the taco I might find. Surprisingly, after an exhausting search of one of the seedier parts of the city, nary a taco could be found. Even the hostess at the lone tapas restaurant in the area (no tacos on that menu) could not recommend a suitable solution to my taco conundrum. A 7-11 was my last hope for anything that would pass for a taco. No luck in the hot foods section, but on my way past the ice cream freezer, a certain creamy concoction caught my eye. Cue the Chaco Taco. Waffle shell. Vanilla ice cream. Chocolate coating. The perfect muy delicioso answer to my current predicament.
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Day 8: Quixote's

Todays taco journey took me back to the old country. A comment from my parents on thedailytaco.com prompted me to return to the land's in which I was reared (read upper sunset) for a visit to my family's West side estate (read parents house). At the intersection of Dewey and Laguna Honda lies Quixote's mexican grill. A short stroll with mom and dad brought us to the front door of this smallish establishment. Once inside, a cozy table and some delicious tacos promptly put a smile on my face, and a happiness in my belly. Mahi Mahi and shrimp for mom, chorizo for dad, and carnitas for yours truly. The meat and fish was tender and juicy, and the fresh guacamole was the perfect finishing touch to some very satisfying mexican cuisine.
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Day 7: El Balazo

At the car wash ... Talkin bout the car wash, yea! Hidden behind the 80 east on ramp at the intersection of Army and Bayshore is a little known gem of the taco world. Seamlessly integrated into a self service car wash outfit is El Balazo. In the picture above, you can see the restaurant with the car washing ports to the right, and the window tinting shop to the left. Now, one may wonder if this would be a smart place to put a taco shop. Well let me tell you that El Balazo didn't win the SF Guardian's award for best mexican restaurant/car wash for the last 3 years running because it wasn't brilliant (Senor Salty wonders daily if there is, in fact, another mexican restaurant/car wash around. If anyone knows of one, please email him @thedailytaco.com). Authentic little tacos with creamy guacamole and a surprisingly refreshing side of what I think was cole slaw. In celebration of chicken winning the inagural "thedailytaco.com" poll (it beat out steak/beef by one vote 8 to 7), I got grilled chicken in my tacos, and I have to agree with the daily taco voters. Chicken is damn good.
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E-mail is a go!

The Daily Taco now has e-mail capabilities. If you need to contact us (and by us I mean me), or to get on The Daily Taco e-mail list for info on upcoming taco events, you can drop me a line at:

fred@thedailytaco.com

Or anything@thedailytaco.com and it should find it's way to my in box. That includes supercoolguy@thedailytaco.com, fredisthebest@thedailytaco.com, and iwishiwasacreativegeniuslikefred@thedailytaco.com.

Day 6: Gordo

Look at them. Perched in their yellow basket. Swaddled in white paper wrappers. Jalapenos sitting on a sea of guacamole. The guac hiding the tender chile verde layered underneath ... Yes I said chile verde! Succlent hunks of melt in your mouth pork smothered in a spicy green sauce. If you've never tried it, you really should. Its a beautiful thing!
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Day 5: Ricos

After a day spent in bed attempting to recover from last night's festivities, the queasy feeling in my stomach finally changed from hangover to hunger at about 4:30PM. A short walk around the block was all I could muster in my less than stellar condition. Thank God for Ricos! Two carnitas taco's and I felt like a new man.
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Day 4: thedailytaco.com kick off party!

Anyone not at the Aquatic park bocce courts right now sucks. Officially. My sister russeled up the cowboy caviar(best chip dip ever), and I seared some skirt steak and shrimp for the outdoor taco bar. Everyone seems fairly content foodwise, although I'm less than pleased that I had my ass handed to me in the first round of bocce ball by Malty and Murph. Not cool since I'm the only Italian here!
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Day 3: Fred's kitchen.

The police often question him just to hear what he has to say... His blood smells of cologne... He is the most interesting man in the world! What better way to wash down a couple of tacos than with a cold, crisp Dos Equis (or 5). And what tacos they were. Grilled salmon with freshly made pineapple salsa, black beans, and pepper jack cheese. Yum yum! The perfect meal as I anxiously watched the ESPN score banner cross the screne under the Cal game hoping Toledo could manage to loose by no more than 6 points.
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