No big deal, just a picture of someone enjoying an El Farolito quesadilla, right?
Psych! It’s a picture of someone enjoying an El Farolito quesadilla in the East Village, NYC!
You can do it too: On the way to SFO, hop out at 24th St. station. Run into El Farolito and order that quesadilla to go. It’s probably a good idea to avoid the sour cream. Immediately double-ziplock bag it and toss it in your luggage. When you land in NYC 6 hours later, call up your friend and tell her that you’ll be bringing lunch. Don’t worry, as a previous mission resident, the concern of a salmonella infection will be dwarfed by her longing for decent Mexican food*.
Your clothes will smell like carne asada for a week, but the look on her face will be worth it. She’ll give you a big hug and tell you that this was a way better gift than the “Alcatraz Swim Team” T-Shirt you brought last time.
*The “Mexican” food in NYC borders on the terrible. Trust me when I say I wish it were otherwise.