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!