Okay, so this is pretty much the best cheap shit EVAR, and the place I eat more often than any other - Taqueria El Farolito on International in Oakland.
Everybody I've ever met has heard me rail against the bullshit lunch options near my office (Panda Express?! Is that some sort of sick fucking joke?! blah blah blah and so on) but there is one consolation and his name is Chile Verde Super Burrito con todo. Paired with delicious green salsa from the serve-it-your-own-damn-self salsa bar (the chips are disappointing, but without a little pain how can we ever expect to truly appreciate the sweet sweet glory of g*d's own forearm-sized pork bundle unleashing its flavor explosion all up in that piehole) and a little foil bindle of the standard pickled jalapeno/onion/carrot ménage à trois, it's pretty much that which all other lunches aspire to become yet cannot be. Apologies to anyone who might take a stab at diagramming that previous sentence. The prose is tortured, but the burrito is poetry.
Plus they gots Mexican Coke. Viva it.
-K
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