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Breakfast Mas Barato at La Victoria

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This is where I turn into Theodore.

When I was a little mocoso, one of the best things ever was going over to my paternal grandparent’s, walking into my grandmother’s kitchen and raiding the giant paper bag from the panaderia accompanied by a glass of whole milk while she cooked me some sopa de fideos.  Needless to say, I wasn’t the skinniest kid on the block.

Everyone had their favourites in that magic bag, which meant hell to pay if you ate theirs, but there really weren’t any bad ones.  Best of all, you could almost feed the five thousand at breakfast without dropping too much change, which was a huge selling point for my constantly-filling-stomachs-on-a-budget grandmother.

Of the mainstays in the city, my personal favourite would have to be La Victoria.  I think their bread is hands down the best, and they’ve got some pretty tasty grub, as well.  That, and they just may have a little bit of experience doing their thing. Like beauty parlours, butchers and dive bars, however, picking your 'œbest' is a decision only you can make.

So, next time you have a living room covered in zombies from a night that ended a few hours ago or an entire platoon of weekend guests, tip-toe over the fallen and join the moms, tìas, and grandmas making their way down Twenty-fourth Street before ravenous hunger wakes their sleeping broods.

La Victoria
2937 24th Street @ Alabama
[Inner Mission]

Photo from San Francisco Days.

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Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inability to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999.
By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for the SF Bay Guardian, Bold Italic and 7x7. He also likes to enjoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.