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$3 Tacos and Chilidog- Tuesdays at the Triple Crown

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...dont worry, theyre not in Lawrys crunchy shells

...don't worry, they're not in Lawry's crunchy shells

It’s a shame that more bars don’t have some sort of food beyond pretzels and potato chips.  Apparently, once upon a time all bars had to have some form of food (like the scary,electric purple, yet satisfying pickled egg) to have a license and most other countries have similar setups (pub, cantina, etc.)  It makes sense.  Snacks provide sustenance whether it be just an afternoon beer or a long hard night in it to win it.  Not only that, but a sandwich or a slice of pizza can make the difference between a happy buzz and something reminiscent of the Lost Weekend.

Newish nightclub/café Triple Crown (formerly Octavia Lounge) agrees and offers some variation of grub on most afternoons and evenings.

Tuesday’s a good day to check it out when they have their $3 taco special (used to be $2…boo!)  By no means authentic in the traditional sense, they’re pretty tasty and although $3 is kinda high for a taco, it saves you the hassle of going to a taqueria.

The ingredients are good quality too with the usual offerings of pork, chicken, or carne asada but with garnishes like pickled onions or guacamole with cotija.  They also have veg options like potato poblano hash or mushroom and white bean, although you might want to skip that last one.

They serve food until 9:30, so if you’re there late, just grab another drink and trip the light fantastic to the disco jockeying of the inimitable Stanley Frank and tender warmth of his partner in crime, Stephen You Guys at their weekly, sweaty-dance-floor-fantasia, Chilidog.

Triple Crown
1760 Market Street (@ Octavia)
SF
415.863.3516

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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder (Editor, San Francisco)

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.