This is the dive bar afterparty of all taquerias. First of all, this is THE dirty dirty. Filthy dirty. Their salsa comes out of a trashcan… in the sense that they use a giant plastic trashcan to hold gallons and gallons of salsa. I’ve seen them dump said salsa into their troughs of salsa and I’ve seen grubby men literally stick their hands in the trough to scoop it out, and this is the shared salsa trough that everyone uses, and the amount of human disease matter that’s in there is probably greater than in the laboratories at UCSF Medical School. But when you’re drunk and high, and it’s 3AM, and you need a taco in your mouth or you’ll die on the street, El Farolito is the place to go. Open until 3 AM, everyday. And to ensure your safety, there’s even a police officer who stands outside the door. Not that it would make you feel better knowing there was the necessity for a policeman… oh nevermind. Who cares? Just go.

Comfort food means to me a huge vegetarian burrito with all the fixings. Tons of rice, beans (pinto), sour cream like it’s my job to eat sour cream, avocado up the hoo hoo, tons of salsa, cilantro, onions, and all made with that special El Farolito touch. After eating one of these bricks, I have a burrito baby in my tummy for three days and I can’t go number two until next Tuesday, but it’s worth it.