“Latin women dig me. They really do. Like that woman the other day who gazed at me and said ‘you’ve got more eyes than a pineapple.’” That’s a brazen, almost pontificatory, snippet of notes from my recent trip south of the border. I wasn’t sure if they’d get published necessarily. They

Now that the city is beginning to see an influx of high end restaurants introducing San Franciscans to concept of Mexican food being a little bit more beyond tacos and that divinely corpulent prince of Mexico’s most northern territories, the burrito, it’s not as hard to find things like sopes, huaraches, squash blossoms,