I finally got a Friday night off from the restaurant, so my dinner option was obvious. San Jalisco only serves their pozole on Fridays. This would be my one opportunity to try number sixty-three on my list.
San Jalisco is a restaurant located in the mission with the tackiest Mexican décor and the most extensive menu. It is the perfect atmosphere for eating authentic Mexican food amongst the Latino families of San Francisco.
When my waiter brought my bowl of pozole stew, I was a bit taken aback by the size of my bowl, but reminded myself that this would probably feed me five more meals.
The pozole was smoky with a sweet corniness and the broth was red with a chili pepper spice. The chunks of pork were fatty and hearty, and the fresh cabbage and radish on the side were enough to cool the palate. I would say my favorite part about the soup was finding a giant chunk of pig bone lying at the depths of my stew, infusing my meal with the most porky flavors.
After our meal, Jane, David and I walked through the Mission (me with my gigantic to-go container) and passed about five bacon-wrapped-hotdog stands. I was a little buzzed after my Michelada and considered for a second conquering another food on my list, but I was not drunk enough to consume more pig products that night.
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