I had previously posted about the fried chicken at Las Palmeras Pollo Campero, one of my favorite SF mission hangouts, and I still stand by it as just about the damn finest fried chicken I've ever tasted.
But, after a soul-destroyingly hard work out the cold fog on Sunday, we were in the mood for something hearty and warm (and we were not sure we could wait the 30 minute or so mean wait time for the chicken). Sopa de chorizo arrived first, a huge, steaming bowl of bright orange broth full of chunks of sausage, peppers, parsley, and poached eggs. The hearty, savory broth tasted perhaps as though they had used those magical Sazon seasoning packets. Sopa de pata came next - another large bowl of broth with two huge beef knuckles sitting in the middle of the bowl, sticking out like shipwrecks. To accompany the soup, they brought dishes of lime wedges, dried chilis and oregano. The broth was lighter than that of the chorizo soup, but with a smooth almost sticky texture from all the gelatin. This was not a dish for anyone ambivalent about tripe - it contained about half a pound or so of assorted tripe cuts, all meltingly tender. The beef knuckles were covered in thick tendons, which could only be eaten by fishing the bones out of the soup and unceremoniously gnawing on them. Extra delight was gained by sucking on the bone - no marrow, but the soup that collected inside the lacunae had a specially rich taste.
So, for anyone still left reading this who is not completely turned off by my caveman-like behavior, where's your favorite place for tripe soup? Had any memorable menudo recently?
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