I’m obsessed with Mexican food. Tacos, burritos, enchiladas…they speak to my heart. If you find yourself in the Mission District of San Francisco, all you have to do it walk a few blocks and you’ll find a place. A place where english is secondary on the menu. A place where old mexican ladies are in the back arguing and stirring large pots that smell amazing. A place where Mecican Coke is a given.