Living poor in a studio apartment in the tenderloin of San Francisco can be an interesting experience, especially if you live with your girlfriend who has extremely expensive culinary taste and diverse cultural interests. This blog is a record of one man's attempt to please a very complicated woman with a small budget in a tiny kitchen.
I was in the mood for a good Mission style burrito. She claims it's not Mexican food because if you asked for a burrito in Mexico, then you will get an ass (not even that kind of ass). I don't know if she knows what she's talking about. The lady doesn't eat cilantro. I put the question to you. What kind of Mexican doesn't like cilantro? Mexican style or Mission style, here are the burritos.
