Author: Mark Alexander

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1886 Burritos

As promised, a story I promised some time ago…

I stumbled upon Rosie’s within months of arriving in San Francisco in 1986. I was in the Castro on a Saturday morning, looking for a place to grab lunch and as I walked down 18th Street I came across Rosie’s and it looked intriguing. I remember I ordered the California burrito, and from that first bite I knew I was in love.

San Francisco burritos (no matter where you get them) are a very distinct and unique breed. Some say they’re the best burritos to be had anywhere. Not having lived that many places over the course of my life, I can say unequivocally however that they are the best burritos I’ve ever had. I’ve found a few that come close, but fail to meet the San Francisco standard.

Over the course of the sixteen years I lived in The City, I must’ve conservatively eaten at Rosie’s 1886 times, based on 1-2 times a week for those entire sixteen years. I used to joke I would want a Rosie’s burrito to be my last meal.

Rosie’s in long closed (now longer than the entire time it was originally open), so I’ll never have another opportunity to enjoy a meal there, but it doesn’t matter. All I have to do is close my eyes and I can taste those delicious burritos. (To be honest, everything on the menu was excellent, but I gravitated toward the burritos more often than not.)

The owners of Rosie’s also had a burrito shop on Haight Street (the name escapes me at the moment)—which, for some reason I never knew of until I started going to Amoeba Records. I often ate there when I was in the neighborhood, but it wasn’t quite the same.

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You Know…

…that if he motioned for you to follow him into a public loo, you would. And you’d be on your knees before he even got the last drag out of his cigarette.

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Get Away While You Can!

    • Pack of Beakers
    • Goth Beaker
    • The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
    • The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
    • The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
    • The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning

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Probably doesn’t help that Ben and I binge watch (mostly just for background noise) all the capital letter shows (NCIS, FBI, CSI and variations thereof).

I never knew Las Vegas was the crime capital of the world. ?

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