After another long night of work, I decided to follow the cloying, cliche words of Nikki Minaj, "everybody dies but not everybody lives," and pick up my bootstraps and trek over to the mission for my long awaited taco tour. San Francisco's mission district is somewhat of a sordid affair where trust-fund hipster kids are tempted to live out their liberal fantasies cohabitating near the grit of working class families and el Salvadorian gangsters. And snce the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project couldn't prevent gringos with mustaches and girlfriend jeans from gentrifying their hood, I started out at the corner of 24th and Potrero and worked my way back.
