Yesterday at El Metate I got a fish quesadilla on a whim, sort of because it sounded silly. It was not silly — it was hell of good. Big, fishy, cheesy and hot.
Don’t you watch Top Chef??? ‘Cause if you did, you would know that cheese and fish are an unholy mix (never mind the fact that I ate tuna mac nearly everyday when I was in college).
Note: “hella” is not short for “hell of”. It is an expression in its own right. “hell of” is nothing. One does not sound more literary by writing “hell of”. One sounds dorky. Hella dorky.
Get with it, you fucking tool — EVERYBODY says “hell of” nowadays.
Doye, “hella” is short for “a hell of a lot of”.
Come to think of it, I’m not sure where “doye” comes from. “Duh”?
Doye, “doye” is short for “ah-doye-oy-oy-oy-oy.”
My favorite part about the fish quesadilla is that it’s something like 50 cents more than a regular one. Flavor AND value!
I wouldn’t think a fish quesadilla would be good either. On that note, After many years, I’m still looking for a decent fish taco in the Mission, preferably with grilled fish (not breaded and fried). Any suggestions?
Honestly haven’t had many fish tacos in SF. But Dia de Pesca in San Jose is pretty awesome:
Have a fish taco.
The blog so nice they named it twice.