Carne Asada Fries in San Francisco and Beyond!
As many of you may know, I'm a champion of many many causes - world hunger, human rights, 11th grade literacy, the McRib Sandwich to be sold year round, and of course, Carne Asada Fries for all. If only everyone could congregate around Carne Asada Fries, there would be world peace. I've written before about this San Diego treat (here, and here) that has so far struggled to gain prominence outside of Southern California. Here's a link on Yelp that has a cult following from many San Diego transplants, asking where there are Carne Asada Fries in the Bay Area.
Try reading this Wikipedia page as well. It's no joke.
Well, because of that Yelp link, I was able to find a place on Fillmore and Geary called Fillmore Mexican Grill that serves my special treat. Here I am below pictured with my baby.
I had the owner take the picture for me as I was too busy whispering sweet nothings to my little Carne. He seemed genuinely ill-prepared to handle my enthusiasm and my out-of-breath ramblings of how I had searched long and far for a place in NorCal that served Carne Asada Fries.
Me: ".....and then (heavy breathing)... I drove around the block 4 times .... (more heavy breathing) before I saw that this must be the place (panting). I ran here, but forgot my camera, so I went back and got it (catching my breath) and then ran back."
Fillmore Mexican Grill owner: Blank stare
Me: "You-see-I-went-to-college-at-UCSD-andatecarneasadafriesallthetime....... (sucking in air). AndtherewasthisonetimewhereIcalledataxiinSanDiegoat3amandwentandgotcarneasadafries..... (out of breath). It was worth it.....
Filmore Mexican Grill owner: Blank stare
Me: "You're my best friend. I'll have the Carne Asada Fries - Super Size Please!"
Once the dish came, about 10 minutes later, I didn't want to tear into it just yet. It was just too pretty. The owner, and he was right, said that he bought the wrong fries for the Carne Asada Fries. They were the fat ones you get with like steaks or restaurant burgers. It kind of gave the meal too much of a gringo potato taste. The fries were also not drowned in cheese, and the Carne Asada was cut a little too thin. I had to ask for sour cream, because there was none on it. On the other hand, the guacamole was fresh and the little morsels of Carne Asada were pretty tasty. They just need to be cut a little bigger so that your fork can actually sink into them as opposed to inbetween the bristles.
All in all, they were not even half of what it's like in San Diego. Afterall, competition breeds excellence and there's plenty of it in San Diego. Don't get me wrong, I'll still go back to this place because it's the only one I've found in the city, but let's just hope that we can find it some competition. Maybe one day when I have kids and grandkids, I'll tell them stories about how 'when I grew up, we didn't have Carne Asada Fries on every block.....' They'll of course, roll their eyes and I'll go back to rocking in my chair before thinking better of it and then pulling off my belt and yelling, 'YOU INCONSIDERATE LITTLE JERKS!!!! And then wail on their behinds, sobbing as I recall memories of Carne Asada Fries Abstinence.
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