Eat & DrinkSan Francisco

Taqueria Guadalajara – Magical Shrimp Tacos Sent from God

Sign up for the best newsletter EVER!

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.

This is not them.  This is a photo I stole from the internet, but you get the picture

This is not them. This is a photo I stole from the internet, but you get the picture

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.

Taqueria Guadalajara
3146 24th St. @ Shotwell St.
(415) 642-4892

Like this article? Make sure to sign up for our mailing list so you never miss a goddamn thing!
Previous post

Overboard Party at South Street Seaport

Next post

Signs you need new roommates


Broke-Ass Stuart - Editor In Cheap

Broke-Ass Stuart - Editor In Cheap

Stuart Schuffman, aka Broke-Ass Stuart, is a travel writer, poet, TV host, activist, and general shit-stirrer. His website BrokeAssStuart.com is one of the most influential arts & culture sites in the San Francisco Bay Area and his freelance writing has been featured in Lonely Planet, Conde Nast Traveler, The Bold Italic, Geek.com and too many other outlets to remember. His weekly column, Broke-Ass City, appears every other Thursday in the San Francisco Examiner. Stuart’s writing has been translated into four languages. In 2011 Stuart created and hosted the travel show Young, Broke, and Beautiful on IFC and in 2015 he ran for Mayor of San Francisco and got nearly 20k votes.

He's been called "an Underground legend": SF Chronicle , "an SF cult hero": SF Bay Guardian, and "the chief of cheap": Time Out New York.

2 Comments

  1. bc
    January 25, 2010 at 1:46 pm

    If you are carnivorous, their carnitas tacos are the bomb since they fry up the magical cubes to a nice crispy crust, leaving the fatty pork perfectly cooked in the middle. They transported me to pork paradise.

    TJ is also my new jam in the neighborhood although Vallarta wins for for having a large assortment of meats.

  2. […] Perhaps Broke Ass Stuart has the answer? […]