Often times your loyalty to a particular taqueria is solely based on it’s proximity to your house. If you’re lucky, you live near one of the City’s shining stars like El Farolito, Taqueria Cancun, or one of my new favorites Los Coyotes. These days, the taco shop that I pledge allegiance to is Taqueria Guadalajara.
I live near the 24th Street corridor in the Mission, so I’m a bit spoiled for choices of where to eat good Mexican food. When I first moved to this part of the Mission I was a little overwhelmed by the amount of options I had, and it was hard to pick a spot to designate as my regular. Then one night I was teetering home from the bars and I stopped in to TG for a late night bite.
I was feeling frisky and grand, the kind of feeling that comes over you after a handful of beers and matching shots. It’s the kind of feeling where you’re like, “I’m in the mood for something different, something new.” My usual meal is a burrito with grilled chicken, avocado, black beans and cheese, but on this night my eyes settled on something decidedly more aquatic. I saw that they had shrimp tacos for sale, and I knew I wasn’t leaving until I tried them.
Holy fuck. I was blown away. “What kind of magical shrimp are these,” I thought to myself, “where the hell do they come from Narnia?” I gobbled down two tacos, went home, and while crawling in bed with my girlfriend, mumbled something about “magical shrimp tacos sent from god”. Then I passed out.
The next morning my girlfriend asked me what all the nonsense was the night before about celestial crustaceans, and it all came back to me in a rush; I had found my new local taqueria and their shrimp tacos were the stuff of legends. After lazing around for a bit and watching the history channel while she got ready, the two of us went down to TG so she could try them herself.
Truthfully I was a bit worried that they wouldn’t taste nearly as good sober as drunk, and that once again my lovely partner would think I was bat-shit crazy over another strange obsession. But I was wrong. They were every bit as magical as the night before.
And that is the story of how I came to find some of the best tacos in San Francisco. I hope you learned something from it. Mainly, I hope that you go get yourself one today. And if you ever see me in there, you can buy me one too.
3146 24th St. @ Shotwell St.