La Oaxaqueña is like some secret spot that you think you imagined passing by on the bus and you’re fairly certain won’t exist if you were to go back.  Especially since it’s located in San Francisco. Mexican-wise, the population in the city is mostly Yucateco, with a smattering of Chilangos

I’m obsessed with tacos and burritos.  I mean, it’s kind of hard not to be if you like Mexican food and live in San Francisco, where the Mission grants access to so many different options and a taqueria on every corner.  Part of the fun of all these options is

When I ran a red light a couple months ago and my 2000 Mazda 626 was totaled in a freak T-bone accident (that wasn’t freak at all, obviously, because I was the idiot that ran a red light), I thought my life was over.  How would I, a Southern California

Little Chihuahua on Divisadero is well-loved in the neighborhood for their range of menu options that goes beyond the normal taqueria burrito/quesadilla/taco options to include some pretty awesome brunch dishes. And although their choice to stock only sustainable meat and fish products means I don’t think any Arizona State Troopers

Tacos are the greatest. They’re like a flavor punch in your face and cover all five of the basic food groups (do the math…yeah I’m right) which does a body good. It’s pretty hard to mess up a taco, so most you encounter will be at least alright, but for

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

If I were to guess what El Cachanilla translates to in English it would be, ‘œnot fucking around’. I know that’s not the translation at all, but seriously, this place makes all the other taquerias in the Mission look like total pussies. Sure I’ve seen other taquerias that sell tacos