Saturday, June 23, 2018


for free P®ancakes![1]

Place: IHOb®

Location: 200 b®each Street 
(on the corner of P®owell Street)

Hours:  open at 5:00am Sunday through Thursday; open 24 hours Friday & Saturday

Meal: Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n Fruity® ~ four of our (well, their) thick buttermilk pancakes are topped with your choice of fun fruit topping (my choice was the whimsical raspberry topping) and finished with our (again, their) fluffy whipped topping; a side of hashbrowns; and a glassa Tropical Island Twist

I know what many of you are thinking (well, by "many", I mean the one or two persons that actually read this silly little 'blog-thing): "But, Brian, why would you subject yourself to such pedestrian fare?!" 

Well, firstly, I drove over there this morning (and found a free, legal spot just a block away) and did not need to walk all the way. Secondly, "free P®ancakes" (even the type you might find walking along the street) always taste better than the ones that I make at home (which is almost never, anyway). And, lastly, have you seen some of the other cr*p that I have 'blogged about here?!

It is like that line of Woody Allen's at the beginning of "Annie Hall":
“There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, 'Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.' The other one says, 'Yeah, I know; and such small portions.' Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.” 
(Just replace "life" with "free P®ancakes" in that quote... minus the "full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness", of course.)

It had been (almost exactly ~ give or take a few days) two years since I last had one of these b®irthday freeb®ies at IHOP® (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, June 19th, 2016) and that was when the closest local location was at their restaurant on Lombard Street (which has now been closed since earlier this year, I believe). My newest closet location was already 
HOP®ping (or, possibly, "HOb®bing") even at 7:10am this morning. This is mainly due to their close proximity (Have you ever heard anyone state a "faraway proximity"?) to Fisherman's Wharf. This restaurant is just one block south of Jefferson Street (bka "Main Street Fisherman's Wharf"). However, this newer building has no style to it what-so-ever; I much preferred their older restaurant on Lombard Street, at least it had their iconic A-frame look to it.

What's all the hub®-b®ub® ab®out, b®ub®?

I am sure that many of you are well-aware of the recent (most likely temporary and completely publicity-seeking) name-change that has occurred at this (Inter)national restaurant chain. However, just exactly how "International" is a choice of only seven (ham)b®urgers from which to choose? ( I highly doubt that even J. Wellington himself would bother gladly paying you Tuesday for one of these [ham]b®urgers today.) The only Internationality I could surmise in any of these were "Swiss" cheese on one (ham)b®urger and "jalapeños" on another (ham)b®urger. Plus, they offer just as many different types of crêpes on their menu. Maybe next year they will change their name once again to IHOC® to drum up some business from that snooty French crowd...

No adult should ever have to shamedly utter the words: "I will have the Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n Fruity®, please." with a straight face... so, I ordered this with a crooked smile on my face.

As far as P®ancakes go/went, these were fair-to-decent (and, again, free), but that should be expected from the (old) name of the franchise. I almost asked if I could have half peach topping and half raspberry topping to make these sorta like Peach Melba[2] ancakes.

The Tropical Island Twist was made with Le Sirop de Monin® mango syrup and Mist Twist soda (you know, PepsiCo's lemon-lime rip-off version of 
Coca-Cola's lemon-lime rip-off version of 7-up®). 
As expected, it was overly sweet, but so was the rest of the meal mostly, anyway.

I did not really bother to ask what they may (or may not) have had to offer in the way of any hot sauce condimentary supplementation. Of course they do offer four different types of syrups on all the tables: Old Fashioned, Blueberry, Butter Pecan, and Strawberry. (Maybe now with their new name, they will also start offering four different types of ketchup?) I did use a little of the Old Fashioned (which, as best as I can tell, is just your typical faux maple syrup stuff, but I am sure that it is made with 100% artificial maple syrup flavouring from Vermont... not the State in New England, the city in Lower Slobbovia) and some Butter Pecan on different parts of the stack-o', Mr. Lee. "Why would you put extra syrup on the already sweet pancakes?" Do not mock me for my tastes, Miss Jean Louise Finch! I also used some of my own Hot Licks® Serrano Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the hashbrowns. (I actually used a whole lotta it on the potatoes, but it still did not make much of a dent [or break] in the bottle.)

Do not worry, just because this meal was a freebie, I still tipped on what the full meal would have cost before the freebie-discount (listed at $10.89 on the bill). Even so, I still paid over $10 (which would include the hashbrowns, drink, and tip) in all for breakfast this morning.

This ended up being almost too much food for me to finish. I probably did not really need to order the side of hashbrowns, but, you know what they say, "Man does not live on P®ancakes (or b®urgers, apparently) alone."

Glen b®acon Scale Rating:
Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n Fruity® ~ 6.2 
(and that is giving the meal an extra 0.2 Gb®S points for the freeness of the meal)


1. Initially, I was thinking about reP®lacing all the of "P®"s in this 'b®log-entry with "b®"s, b®ut I figured that would get P®retty annoying P®retty quickly.

2. In 1892, operatic soprano Nellie Melba was performing in Richard Wagner's opera Lohengrin at Covent Garden. The Duke of Orléans gave a dinner party to celebrate her triumph. For the occasion, Auguste Escoffier (French chef at the Savoy Hotel, London) created a new dessert, and to display it, he used an ice sculpture of a swan, which is featured in the opera. The swan carried peaches which rested on a bed of vanilla Ice Cream and which were topped with spun sugar. 

In 1900, Escoffier created a new version of the dessert. For the occasion of the opening of the Carlton Hotel, where he was head chef, Escoffier omitted the ice swan and topped the peaches with raspberry purée.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Rocco's Ccaffè

Place: Rocco's Ccaffè 

Location: 1131 Folsom Street 
(between 7th and 8th Streets)

Hours: open Monday - Friday at 7:00am, Saturday & Sunday at 8:00am

Meal: 3 Eggs Poached in a Sweet Tomato, Basil Marinara Sauce ~ w/ Italian sausage & warm 
Italian French [ sic ] bread, and served with 
Rocco's Breakfast Potatoes (of course, I had them ottantasei the sausage-stuff); to drink with breakfast, a large glassa grapefruit juice; and, beforehand, I stopped at Sight/Glass Coffee and got a single-cuppa/pour-over Ethiopia Yetatebe, Shakisso

The last time I ate at Rocco's Ccaffè (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, November 22nd, 2015) was about two years after I had first eaten there. At this rate, I suppose I will not make another return visit until 2022 (but I hope I get back sooner than that). And why another Sunday visit? It is just much easier to find ample and legal parking on a Sunday (and in this case, that early on a Sunday morning, I was able to find a spot just around the corner on a virtually empty 7th Street).

One of the reasons I do want to get back again is that they offer a very nice breakfast fare (both off their everyday Breakfast menu and off their Breakfast Weekend & Holiday Specials). Some other possible ideas that I was perusing: 

Grilled Homemade Polenta ~ topped with cheese & Marinara sauce w/ eggs any style (Hmmm?! I wonder if I could ask for "Italian French" eggs.) 
(and I would possibly order this with a side of Rocco's 
Breakfast Potatoes ~ if my appetite would allow for it); 

Fresh Vegetable Frittata w/3 Cheeses (they do not specify which three cheeses, but I would guess Parmesan, Mozzarella, and Provolone) ~ served with Rocco's Breakfast Potatoes & toast/sourdough, rye, wheat or English muffin; 

Mushroom, Onion, Basil, & Parmesan Cheese Frittata ~ served with Rocco's Breakfast Potatoes & toast/sourdough, rye, wheat or English muffin; 

Fresh Spinach, Mushroom & Provolone Cheese Omeletteserved with Rocco's Breakfast 
Potatoes & toast/sourdough, rye, wheat or English muffin; 


Avocado, Tomato, & Provolone Cheese Omeletteserved with Rocco's Breakfast Potatoes & toast/
sourdough, rye, wheat or English muffin.

(Please ignore the horrible quality [I am claiming "poor lighting"] of this photo. The food was so much tastier than it appears here.)

This meal was ordered off the Breakfast Weekend & Holiday Specials section of their menu. It was basically una Shakshuka Italiana (or possibly una Shakshuka Margherita). Once again, these were extremely good homefries; there was a lot of fresh basil leaves and onions mixed in with the quartered small red potatoes. The potatoes were not listed anywhere on the menu as an addition to this dish. I almost ordered a side of these to go with the meal, but was not sure how much food (two eggs is usually good for me) would be on the plate. I still have not figured out exactly what "Italian French bread" is supposed to mean; perhaps the bakery is located in the Alps. (The bread did come in very handy, though, to clean up the remainder of the sweet Marinara sauce.)

For condimentary supplementation, Rocco's Ccaffè 
offers Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (both Original Red Sauce and Green Jalapeño Sauce) and Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce. In what is becoming quite the futile effort to get rid of some of my hot sauce collection, I used some more of my own 
Hot Licks® Serrano Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the potatoes.

(not really a) Strange Coffee Interlude

I had a pre-breakfastary cuppa at Sight/Glass Coffee (their flagship shop ~ where they do all their roasting ~ on 7th Street and just around the corner from where I had breakfast, anyway). This was a very good cuppa Ethiopian Coffee; however, I did not think it was quite as spectacular as what Andytown Coffee Roasters makes/serves. This place must be one of the largest coffeeshops in the city; it takes up the entire space of an old (built in 1914) warehouse (they told me that it used to be a neon-sign shop previously). It has a great open space with a two-floor high ceiling. Plus, there is even an Affogato Bar located on the mezzanine level (it was way too early in the morning for Ice Cream... well, not for me, but it was not open yet or I might have gotten that before breakfast, too). Sight/Glass Coffee has four other local San Francisco shops/locations (however, good luck trying to locate them on their web-site; it took me ten minutes to finally find them).

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Sight/Glass Coffee Ethiopia Yetatebe, Shakisso ~ 7.2;
Shakshuka Margherita ~ 6.5

Sunday, June 10, 2018


Place: lokma[1]

Location: 1801 Clement Street 
(on the corner of 19th Avenue)

Hours: open Tuesday - Sunday at 9:00am for "Brunch"

Meal: Türlü[2] Omelet ~ Turkish ratatouille, Cacik (cucumber, yogurt, & fresh dill [simply put, Turkish Tzatziki]), and house potatoes; to drink with the meal a demi-cuppa Turkish Coffee; and, beforehand, I stopped at home again (because it is only two blocks down Clement Street from this restaurant) for a cuppa (this time) Coconut Vanilla Latte

(What is the EweToobular juxtaselection here? Simples! The Tallest Man on Earth[3] is a big fan of ratatouille and Tzatziki.

[Nah, not really ~ well, he may be, but I do not know that ~ they were playing one of his songs on the house-stereo and I thought that I recognized the singer right away. One of the waitress/server-lady persons confirmed this information for me; she is a fan of his music, too.])

I had dinner last week across the street from this brand-new (only open since February of this year) restaurant and liked what I saw on their (even if they call it) "Brunch" menu. So I made a mental missive to check out  lokma some time in the future... and today must be the future, Marty.

The seating area is medium-sized (well, for a little corner neighborhood joint) with five window-bar seats (along the 19th Avenue side), four two-seater tables, two three-seater (well, kinda; there were three chairs at smaller tables that looked like they might only seat two comfortably) tables, and six four-seater tables. It looked spacious enough inside that if they ever needed to add a few more tables, it would still seem comfortable and not crowded.

There are a few other ideas (even for stupid vegetarian-types) that I will probably be returning to try:

Menemem ~ Turkish egg scramble, tomatoes, sweet peppers, Feta cheese, oranges[ sic ] slices & warm pita (I have had this same dish a few times at other restaurants and already knew that I liked it, so I went with the choice that I did today to try something different, which turned out to be an excellent move);

Breakfast Sandwich ~ toasted bun, two fried eggs, Feta, arugula, tomato, aioli, & house potatoes;

Traditional Turkish Breakfast (this is only offered as a meal for two, so I would have to make sure to share this with someone) ~ sujuk (Turkish sausage), pastirma[4] (air dried cured beef), over-easy eggs, Feta, seasonal hummus, olives, tomatoes, cucumber, kaymak (clotted cream) & honey, herbs & pita (of course, I would have both the sujuk and pastirma junk seksen-altı-ed);

or, if I am in a sweet kinda mood,

Greek Yogurt Pancakes ~ seasonal fruit, honey, blueberry compote, almonds.

This was really a very good choice. A ratatouille omelette? What is not to like? Not only was an omelette made with ratatouille inside it an interesting dish, this had a tasty Cacik on top of it, too. Plus, their house potatoes were very nice and crispy-crunchy (probably deep-fried-then-baked style); I bet a side order of their Cacik would have been great poured over the potatoes, too.

I am not sure what they may have had to offer in the way of any bottled condimentary supplements; I did not ask. I just used some of my own Dat'l Do-it® Zesty Chipotle Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom! And that successfully kills another bottled soldier finally. I am now down to only 29  hot sauces in my refrigerator... only.) on the potatoes.

(not necessarily such a) Strange Coffee Interlude

The Coconut Vanilla Latte at home was good, but just not quite as exciting as either their Lavender Latte, Rose Latte, or Cookie Monster (Latte, too) that I had previously tried. It did not have quite enough coconut flavour in my opinion; I probably shoulda had them make it with coconutmilk (if they had any; I noticed that they did have almondmilk as a cow-milk substitute). Not that I really needed the extra caffeination with breakfast, but I saw that lokma 
offered Andytown Coffee Roasters as their house Coffee (and it was an Ethiopian one ~ not sure which roast/blend, though) in addition to standard Turkish Coffee. I went with the Turkish Coffee over the Andytown Ethiopia because I figured "... when in Istanbul, do as the Istanbullers do... "

Good house-music!
Andytown Coffee!! (which, in my opinion, is one of the best local roasteries)
A unique Turkish ratatouille omelette!!!
Location... location... location... !!!!
Yeah, I will definitely be returning (for breakfast and probably dinner sometime, too)!!!!!

This has been a very good weekend for me for new breakfastary finds.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Coconut Vanilla Latte ~ 6.7;
Türlü Omelet ~ 7.0


1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, bölüm bir:

The Turkish words "lokma" and "lokum" are derived from the Arabic word "luqma(t)" and its plural "luqūm" meaning "morsel" and "mouthful" and the alternative Ottoman Turkish name, "rahat-ul hulküm", was an Arabic formulation, "rāḥat al-hulqūm", meaning "comfort of the throat", which remains the name in formal Arabic.

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, bölüm iki:

"Türlü" in Turkish means "hodge-podge", but in this case it means "mixed vegetables" (as in ratatouille).

3. Kristian Matsson is kinda like the "Swedish Robbie Zimmerman". If you have never heard his music, check it out. Very nice stuff.

4. Yeah, I coulda written another stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer, but seeing as the friendly folks at WikipediA have already stolen... er... posted this information, I just stole... er... borrowed it for use here myself:

Saturday, June 9, 2018

GriddleGriddle FreshFresh

"Savory Reggiano, dreadlock Rasta(?!?)...
Woy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yo!"[1] ♫

(Supposably this is their "official-type" web-site; however, whenever I click on the link to check out the menu or any other information it brings me to an EAT24 site. So you will just have to take my word for their offered food-stuff.)

PlacePlace: GriddleGriddle FreshFresh

LocationLocation: 40074007 24th24th StreetStreet 
(between NoeNoe and CastroCastro Streets);
phonicular contact: (415) 647-7037

HoursHours: open dailydaily 8:00am8:00am

MealMeal: Savory Reggiano ~ one egg sunny side up, arugula, Parmasan [ sic ], bacon sprinkled (which I 86-sprinkled), honey, basil, strawberry coulis; a side-order of Crispy Wedges; and to drink (which I had picked up about fifteen minutes before the restaurant opened and drank some while walking up and down 24th Street window-shopping ~ I ended up buying a nice oriel and jalousie) a small (12 oz) cuppa the House Coffee at Bernie's ~ a local coffee shop, where they exclusively serve La Coppa Coffee[2]

(There is absolutely no EweToobular juxtaselection for this song/video[3]. It just came to mind and I felt like sharing it here. For all I know, ol' Bob himself was a big fan of basil, honey, and strawberry [see what I did there with the colour progression of those ingredients?] on his French toast, too.)

It had been a while since I last ate at GriddleGriddle FreshFresh (see previous 'blog'blog-entryentry from SaturdaySaturday, JuneJune 29th29th, 20132013) or its sister-shop, MyMy CoffeeCoffee ShopShop (see last 'blog'blog-entryentry from SundaySunday, AugustAugust 21st21st, 20162016), so I figured it was time for another visit. I chose their location in Noe Valley because it had also been some time since I last galumphed along 24th Street (aka "Main Street Noe Valley").  

There were some very other tempting ideas for breakfast this morning (however, I really can not imagine any of these as being better than the choice I did choose):

Gooey Boule (French toast) ~ vanilla curd, crunch granola, berry coulis (I have no idea what this might look like, but this will definitely need to be tasted/tested on a future visit);

Tiramisu (French toast) ~ brioche bread, mascapone 
[ sic, also ~ something tells me that these guys are not of Italiano-descent ] sweet cream, cinnamon, Espresso (this is another one that truly needs a taste);

Parma Flavor (Eggs Benedict) ~ prosciutto (Hey, whadyaknow? They spelded this one kerrekt. Of course, I would have to ottantasei that dead, decaying porcine junk, too.), fresh Mozzarella (That makes due per due in this ingredient list!),  Roma tomato, Grana Padano (Woo-HOO! Can you say tre per tre?!), chive Hollandaise;

and off their "Specials" insert

Matcha Mochi Pancake (that is just fun to say, anyway) ~ berries, sweet cream, condensed milk; 


Brioche French Toast ~ Granny Smith apple sauce, sweet cream, toasted almond (they have this in the singular on the printed menu, but I am sure they actually include at least two almonds), baked cinnamon apple (this was going to be my initial pick, but I can not imagine it being better than what I had ordered either).

Additional, for those of you that are of the animaletarian-ilk, off their "Specials" insert, there was this rather ominous-sounding dish (sadly, which I do not think could viably be made vegetarian-friendly): Chorizo Tater Tot ~ chorizo, sour cream, pico de gallo, avocado, roasted jalapeño (where they excluded the tilde over the "ñ", but that is a common omission in many non-Mexican/Spanish joints), olive, onion, Cheddar, black bean, chipotle aioli.

I just have one word to describe this "new find": Omagawd!!! 

I was not sure how this dish was going to be presented. I pictured the egg laid (well, placed) on top of the French toast slices (à la some kinda take on a Croque Madame). The flavour combination of strawberry, basil, honey, and "Parmasan" (or Parmesan if you are keeping grammar-score [and this would be where the "Reggiano" portion of the dish's name would come from; I was sorta expecting it to be served by Hall of Famer "Mr. Straw-that-stirs-the-drink" hisd*mnself]) was unexpectedly a great one. I even added some of the arugula to a few bites and that worked very nicely, too. (I bet this also would be great with some rosemary, baby!) The strawberries on top were more of the stewed version, not really a "coulis". Technically (or culinarily, I suppose), a "coulis" should be a thick sauce made from puréed and strained vegetables or fruits. But what do I know? I am no Anthony Bourdain (and, sadly, he can not complain or comment on this any longer himself ~ R.I.P. Chef Bourdain).

Even though it is less than half-way (Am I being optimistic or pessimistic in my calculation there?) through 2018, I am claiming this as "My Favourite New French Toast Dish of 2018 Not Named Pain Perdu at Baker Street Bistro"!!!

The Crispy Wedges were very good, too. It made for a large meal for me, but I was glad I tried their take on deep-fried-homefries.

For condimentary supplementation, GriddleGriddle FreshFresh just has Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original) on the tables. I came prepared with a few bottles from my own hot sauce collection (not knowing if I was gonna go "sweet" or "savoury" for breakfast this morning; whereas, my entrée was actually both) and used some Hot Licks® Serrano Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian! This is the next bottle that I am going to try to force-use up to free-up some more space on my refrigerator door-shelves.) generously ('cause I am just that kinda guy) all over the potatoes and a few drops of Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on top of the egg.

GlenGlen BaconBacon ScaleScale RatingRating:
Savory Reggiano ~ 7.7;
Crispy Wedges ~ 7.0;
Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" ~ 7.5


1. I t'ink dis is jus' Jamaican Patois for: "Verrrry tasty French toast, Jah!" 

(That is not really to be considered as a stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer, though.)

2. Okay, if you really must have a stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer:

"La coppa" is Italiano for "the cup". Simples! 
(See? Sometimes this cunning linguist stuff ain't really scienza del cervello or chirurgia a razzo even.)

3. Years ago (and by "years ago", I mean that it must have been at least twelve to fifteen years ago now), my brother Kerry had made me a cuts-CD with a buncha Bob Marley cover-songs. This particular song was included on it along with many other great Bob-songs.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018


(Sunday, June 3rd, 2018)

My (little ditty) Breakfast with Jack and Diane 

(well, technically, with Steve and Lisa... but there is no EweToobular juxtaselection for their names)

Place: SanJalisco

Location: 901 South Van Ness Street 
(on the corner of 20th Street)

Hours: open at 8:00am(??? ~ ygiagam) every day of the week (their web-site still does not show their hours on it anywhere)

Meal: (Little Johnny Cougar/me) Chilaquiles Verdes ~ tortilla bits scrambled with two large eggs, cheese, nopales, onions, and green salsa (this was a tomatillo-based salsa); 
(Jack/Steve) Chorizo con huevo ~ Mexican-style pork sausage scrambled with two large eggs;
(Diane/Lisa) Chilaquiles Remo ~ tortilla bits scrambled with two large eggs, cheese, onions, and red salsa, complemented with sauteed chicken and fresh 
Mexican-style sour cream;
all breakfast entrees are served with home-made (well, restaurante-made) [¡¡¡]corn tortillas[!!!], 
Mexican rice, and your choice of refried pinto beans (frijoles refritos), whole pinto beans, or whole black beans (I think we all opted for the refritos beans);
y beber, (Steve and Lisa) cuppas (and a refilla or two) Café de la casa, (me) a large glassa Tamarindo[1]

One of my favourite go-to spots (not named "Dottie's True blue café" or "Baker Street Bistro") to take out-of-towner-types for breakfast (or, in this case, desayuno) is SanJalisco (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, July 9th, 2016). It was a pretty sure bet that this would not be a typical Cornhusker or Mainer 
(ey-yah!) breakfast for either of them.

All day long we were extremely lucky where the Parking Gods were with us and it started first thing in the morning when we found a great (legal) spot just a half-block down the street from the restaurant.[2]

(Creciendo se fue hasta el cielo, y como no fue violín, tuvo que ser violoncello.
[Growing it reached the heavens, and since it wasn't a violin, it had to be a cello.])

There have been a few changes/upgrades since I last ate at SanJalisco. There are all new (colourful) tables and chairs. Each chair has an image from Lotería (basically Mexican Bingo) on the back of it; mine this morning was "El Violoncello" ("the Cello" ~ no stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer needed there). They have also printed new menus (and they have changed the wording a bit on many of the entries ~ probably to make them a bit more gringo-friendly) and these are also muy colorido. Thankfully, they still are serving the same ol' great food while providing extra-friendly service!

(I did not want to bother/embarrass Steve and Lisa by taking pictures of their meals. Besides, I would have had to be pretty quick to get a photo of Steve's dish, as it was gone before I was half-way through my own breakfast.)

I have had this tasty take on chilaquiles once before (and it was the very last time that I had eaten breakfast there, too). I actually prefer the (más tradicional) salsa roja for chilaquiles, but it is nice to have a salsa verde option once in a while, too. I probably shoulda mixed it up and ordered Chilaquiles Veronica (which I think I have also had before, anyway) ~ tortilla bits scrambled with two large eggs, cheese, onions, and red salsa, complemented with chorizo (¡De ninguna manera José!), nopales, and fresh Mexican-style sour cream.

There was so much food on my plate that (sadly) I only had room for two of their extremely-good homemade (well, restaurante-made) warm (as in hot off the grill) corn tortillas.

SanJalisco only offers Tapatío® Salsa Picante 
Hot Sauce for bottled hot sauce condimentary supplement use, but those are ridículamente superfluo, redundante, y inútil, anyway. Their homemade (well, restaurante-made) salsa roja is always so much more fresca y sabrosa. We used up almost the entire small bowl that was on our table. (Like most Mexican places, this salsa is brought out almost immediately when you sit down and served with some corn tortilla chips as a pre-meal snack.)

Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Chilaquiles Verdes ~ 6.8
(once again, not wanting to really bother my breakfast guests any while they were eating, I did not poll them for their Glen Bacon Scale input);
homemade (well, restaurante-made) warm corn tortillas ~ 7.5;
San Francisco Giants ~ 6, 
Philadelphia Phillies ~ 1


1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-horticultural pointer of the day:

"Tamarindo" is simply the Spanish word for "tamarind"* (proving once again that this cunning linguist stuff ain't always necessarily ciencia del cerebro or cirugía de cohete even). This is typically made into a drink as an aguas frescas and served all day long. It is usually a bit on the sweet side for my liking, but it does go well with the espicy Mexican foods.

*(¿Que qué, Brian?... )

2, The furthest away that we ended up parking all day long (and the only time that we had to actually pay for any parking, too) was three blocks away from AT&T Park when we went to the San Francisco Giants game later in the day.