By Marke B. Photos by Hunky Beau
One heck of el jugo de zanahoria
Yesterday afternoon, I came to with a fierce craving for Mexico’s wonderfully traditional hangover cure: chilaquiles. So me and Hunky Beau hopped on the Aprilia and zoomed out to the Chava’s in the Mission for a heaping plateful of tortilla chips fried and scrambled with eggs, peppers, and salsa — yum. But really, it was the ginormous four-dollar tinted gobletful of fresh-squeezed carrot juice that snapped me out of my “dancing like a fool all night at the EndUp at DJ Ruben Mancias‘ Devotion party” haze. Seriously, they could have served this as a shareable favorite at the old Trader Vic’s. Highly recommended if you’re ever in the same position.
An eager model demonstrates
Chava’s
2839 Mission near 24th St.
(415) 282-0283