The tofu-mole tamale says I'm an upwardly mobile individual, living in the Mission, concerned with his health and the ethical treatment of animals.  The King Cobra says I'm Budweiser's bitch.

It has been far too long since we discussed tamales that, as Serg masterfully put it, “you didn't buy at 2 am from a bucket.”  With that, I'd like to give some quick props to La Oaxaqueña, the often overlooked but increasingly well regarded hole-in-the-wall on Mission at 17th.  Not only was their banana leaf tofu with Oaxacan mole tamale the fucking game, my entire dinner set me back a scant $4.50.  Plus, they let you bring your own booze into the restaurant (PROTIP: the bodega next door is cheap and has a good selection [read: they stock Four Loko]) and they are open until 2am most nights.

Almost needless to say, next time you stumble out of a bar before last call, walk right past Cancun because they don't hold a candle to these guys.