having lived here for a little under a month, i was given the impression by all folks that ingleside was a deadend town for food. not true.
taqueria margoth; it's a humble family-owned salvadorean joint specializing in pupusas, sopas, and breakfast items, with a storefront so minimal and a bland sign reading just "taqueria" ...which can easily be missed if given a single take. an absolute (hidden) gem indeed.
their pupusas are single-handedly the best i've had in the city, by far. i always order their chicharron; mighty fried pork shreds/bits were heavy and bursting with flavor....although the outter flour dough caught my attention the most. they were noticeably thinner and more crispy in texture than your average thick maize of a pupusa you'd find in-or-off of the mission area (which i found to be more enjoyable...and provided a more balanced taste between the flour and innerds as oppose to most i've had which were kind of just "doughy"). not sure if that particular style of pupusa is authentic to the culture, but nevertheless....they're very delicious and underrated (and cheap). although, they don't make pupusa de arroz like Los Planes de Renderos.
the masa quality on their tamal pollo at $1.75 blows away most tamal joints i've had (all star, roosevelt tamal parlor, la palma, the elote factory just a block west of la palma which name escapes me at this moment, etc.); steamy hot, ultra-grainy, soft bit textures. by any means, i'm no tamal expert. but i've tasted quite a few in my life, and IMHO, the quality of masa in any tamal can really make or break it, regardless of what's provided inside (chicken, pork, corn, pineapple, etc.). i've yet to find/try the tamale lady but i'm no longer as driven to find her as before. speak of tamales, in early september, i stumbled across a tamal-pushcart-duo (mother & son) along mission street (somewhere between 16th and 18th) on a saturday afternoon where i had an excellent tamal pollo; high quality masa with grainy bits (just like margoth's version). i haven't been able to track them since. if anybody knows their whereabouts, that'd be greatly appreciated! the mother spoke zero english, while the son was dressed/expressed rather hip hop-like.
300 Plymouth Ave
San Francisco, CA 94112