Standing outside in the unseasonably cold San Francisco winter weather (low 40s!), we deliberated the offerings and drooled over the menu. Watching the guys expertly craft the steak quesadillas on the griddle was almost enough to sway my from my true calling.
Two tacos were plenty of food and by the looks of the delicious horchata that was being dispensed by the minute, I should have added that to my order for a spectacular Farolito meal.
The super burritos were super...in size. Don't be fooled by the addition of avocado etc as the factors that make this bad boy so super. Size matters.
Thank you, El Farolito. You made me smile a taco smile.