Lesbians

So I had popcorn for breakfast yesterday. Then nothing for lunch. Then a two hour walk. Then I realized I had a burrito-sized appetite but wasn't near any burreateries I hadn't yet reviewed. So I took another lengthy walk and found myself at Lupillo's Taqueria, 333 17th St, Oaktown.



















I was starved. You'd think I'd be hungrier after the walk all the way up to Richmond, but temperature is also a factor. It was pretty damn hot on the day I made that trek, but a bit cooler yesterday, so there were no mitigating factors in my desire for a big warm burrito. So even though I tried to think about what to write from the first bite onward, I couldn't help but scarf down the first half before putting any serious thought into it.















Back to chronological order, I was brought a wooden bowl of chips and a bi bim bap bowl of salsa with the chinese soup spoon. Weird. I know, spoiler alert re: the burrito. I don't take the camera out until I get the burrito, so as to not alert anyone that a food reviewer is in the house. I also don't move the burrito out of the way when I'm hungry enough to eat my left arm up to the elbow. The chips were of the good, crisp homemade variety without the surface salt I emphasized in an earlier post. No matter, there was a salt shaker on every table. I'd like to point out that there was no pepper shaker. I thank Lupillo for recognizing that the two aren't joined at the hip. And for the picante piñata.



























The salsa was warm, for some reason. It was a little thicker than the usual salsa rojo. I just googled "salsa rojo" and "salsa roja." Should I go with the former, in more common usage by a factor of 2, or the latter, which seems to agree with my (admittedly weak) understanding of Spanish? Let me know in the comments. Anyway, it was a complex salsa. I liked it, but even after consuming most of the generous serving with both the chips and the burrito, I couldn't put my finger on what was different about it.



























The burrito was exactly average in all respects. Not as good as those I've praised, but better than those I've panned. There were two notable things about it. First, the pork was very dark. I don't know if this exactly correlates with color, but there's some pork that serves as a blank canvas for whatever flavors you throw at it and there's some pork that's very adamant about its porkiness. This was the latter variety. Second, there was a good bit of cilantro in the burrito. You haters will have to go elsewhere. Also note the plastic yellow basket. There seems to be no unifying theme to the serving dishes. Oh well, that stuff's for girls. Here's the whole burrito, for the sake of completeness:




















Speaking of girls, I saw two hot lesbians making out in front of the Y on my way back. And speaking of tongue, you can get lengua at Lupillo's.