I’ll Have Another Burrito and Then Some Ice Cream for Dessert
Years before we ever moved to San Francisco, I was already aware of two places that demanded my immediate gastronomic perusal: El Farolito and Mitchell’s.
El Farolito, while not a exactly unique favorite, is the only burrito place I’ve tried in California. Every time we venture out for a craving-sating mass of beans, rice, and al pastor, we make a concerted effort to try either La Taqueria or Cancun or any number of other places that have come highly recommended.
Our resolve lasts as long as the ride on the 22 Fillmore. Something at El Farolito always pulls us to the cop-guarded door.
Is it the green salsa that the owners once allowed my husband to pump into a large Styrofoam cup just so he could bring it all the way back to his parents in Washington, D.C.? Maybe it’s the array of marinated meats, fresh velvety chunks of avocado, or the hot and salty chips.
Mitchell’s. I have four syllables: “Ma” “Ca” “Pun” “O.” I didn’t begin to live until I tasted that particular frozen confection of huge chunks of sweet coconut nestled among pillows of cream.
We’ve tried other flavors — black walnut, purple yam, buko (baby coconut) — and loved them but did find the mango to be a bit on the blah side.
If people want to make other ice cream store recs, we might actually go out and try them especially since Mitchell’s is such a hike for us.
Mitchell’s Ice Cream
at the corner of 29th Street
11:00 a.m. to 11:00 pm.
7 days a week
2779 Mission St
San Francisco, CA 94110-3103