I need to take a break from The Voice fangirling.
I also need a break from being bombarded by news hyped by social media (cough Miley Cyrus cough).
What do I do?
I go to Pancho Villa.
Pancho Villa is a taqueria on 16th St. in the Mission District of SF. Pancho Villa is populated by a cross-section of original Mission natives, men from the single-occupancy rooms near the BART, 20 and 30-something hipsters, and the revolving door of tourists in SF. Pancho Villa has great fish tacos. Pancho Villa has tasty salsa. For a long time, I forgot about Pancho Villa (mostly because I was distracted by the other fabulous taquerias in SF).
(Aside: How on earth do you forget about Pancho Villa? I used to work with a lot of Chicano youth, all of whom claimed to be his great-great grandchild or something. Which speaks mainly to their obsession with Pancho Villa, not the truth.)
Speaking of Chicanos, my dear, dear friend Laura was in town. She has strong opinions on Mexican food. Once, we surfed the internet for hours just to find the enchilada recipe with cinnamon in it: “the right way to make it,” she said. OK, she’s Chicana and I’m not, so I will blindly believe her. Since she obviously, like, represents all Mexicans, right?
Anyway, we went to Pancho Villa. The most remarkable thing she said to me was about her stance on relationships:
“I’ve decided to become someone I can respect.”
And then proceeded to describe the dialogue she’s had with people in the past few weeks: telling them she can’t engage in their guilt-tripping (“I can’t talk to you right now”), placing blame back on the originator (“Actually, it was your decision to begin with”) and even making pointed statements about what she will/won’t put up with anymore. If you were there, you’d know she meant business.
Then, she later called me out for prefacing my opinions with apologies: “I know you’re taught not to have opinions as a woman, but we’re friends and this is a safe space for you to be yourself. We should be able to validate each other without apologizing.”
I heart my friend Laura.
I also heart fish tacos. (Of all varieties. 🙂
Here’s mine–photo above before I shoved it all into my mouth, and below, replete with only a tiny percentage of salsas from their ginormous salsa bar.
Thanks, Pancho Villa!
PS: Laura loved her enchiladas. I gave my tacos a 10-second breath. Meaning I started to eat slowly, then inhaled them in 10 seconds.
Pancho Villa Taqueria: 3071 16th Street, a block from the 16th St. BART (16th x Mission). SF, CA.