What would a trip to the U.S. be without.....a trip to the diviest Mexican Food place in San Francisco. Located on the lovely corner of 24th Street and Mission, I feared for my life from minute one. While waiting for my friend to arrive a man stumbled to the bathroom (white door behind me in the picture) with his hand all bandaged up. When he returned to his seat, I could see that his pants were covered in blood and that his hand has a fairly serious flesh wound on it.. Needless to say, the food was excellent. I must have been very well hydrated as I pee'd my pants no fewer than six times...
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