My friend Tracie recommended a sushi joint in The Mission, her old neighborhood. I utilized the convenient public transpo and found the block where the restaurant is supposed to be but couldn't find it. I had the address and it wasn't there. Tracie told me that there was a trick to find it. I tried clicking my heels together but that didn't work, so after cruising the mean corner (Mission and 17th) I took off in search of other treats.
I found Picaro Tapas Restaurant on 16th (3120 to be exact). It was kind of busy, which I took to be a good sign. I got a table (yes, a loser sitting by himself). The place looks nicely Spanish, with all types of dorky decorations. Nice effect. It is in fact so Spanish that every half an hour they throw a match into a bag of fireworks, everyone hits the deck, and they blame ETA. Even scarier was the girl who looked like Liam Gallagher. Luckily the menu is not nearly as scary.
But seriously. The food is good. Started off with a gazpacho and French bread with a spicy dipping sauce. Followed this with jamon Serrano on baguette slices and fried halibut with homemade garlic/mayo sauce. Good good good. Total damage $27, including two beers.
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