Carne does not mean pork

We ate tonight in the mission district in San Francisco. Yummy Mexican in a pretty big place with an even bigger lineup. If this place is open late I’d hate to wait in the after bar line-up.

Carne Burrito. Bigger than me. I forgot the spanish word for pork, so ended up ordering a beef burrito by mistake. Good thing I like steak. Sadly the picture shows what I had to leave behind. The nice wrapped burrito is mine and the one ravaged by a hungry carnivore is my mom’s 🙂

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