Thatâs a great story. I probably posted links to some copy of it more than once on this site.
In the mid80s and beyond we lived in Noe Valley, just up the hill from the Mission. One of our fave dinners was to share a Mission Burrito (outside of polite company we called them EDB - elephant dick burritos!)
Noe Valley was just part of âthe Missionâ prior to gentrification and real estate agentsâ desire to differentiate it from what ignorant outsiders at the time called âthe ghetto.â
I have no idea where you got that notion. First of all, the east boundary of NV is San Jose Avenue and Guerrero. But more importantly when I first started living there in the mid80s and I told people where I lived they didnât know where that was. I told them between Twin Peaks and the Mission, two very distinct neighborhoods. It got its âstatusâ (not a new name) when the proximity to 280 made a commute to Silicon Valley so much easier than probably the majority of the nabes in the city. Then people would say âooooh, you live in Noe Valleyâ with great envy in their voices. An anecdote: Over 20 years ago I got home from work and someone had left a note on my garage door offering me $700/mo to rent my frigging garage. And what a sad little garage it was.
Also I knew people who lived in far snazzier nabes than Noe Valley who never called it âthe ghetto.â
From going to that part of the Mission in the 70s, prior to gentrification, when it was working-class families and hippies attracted by the low rents. And in the late 80s from my mom, who grew up in the Mission and didnât know where I meant when I said we had moved to âNoe Valley.â
During the 1970s, The Mission found its rise due to the lively punk nightlife that started to take over the area. "
We walked down to the Mission pretty regularly for dinner. Had a favorite Peruvian place. We lived on Vicksburg between Church and Sanchez and Jersey and 25th. You???
Says who? What âriseâ? Nonsense. There was no punk scene until 1978, and except for the shows Robert Hanrahan put on at the Deaf Club not much of it was in the Mission. Or much of any other nightlife, either.
Oh, shush. Despite what YOU think you really donât know everything.
The fuck you say. I was living in the Mission and going to punk shows in that era. There were lots of band members living in the neighborhood since rents were cheap, and the Target Video, Damage, and Alternative Tentacles offices were there, as were the Vats and other popular rehearsal spaces, but the venues were elsewhere.
Relevant to this topic, Hanrahan found the Deaf Club because he went to La Cumbre to get a burrito.
Our fave at the time.
You probably didnât know the place before they added the carne asada station.
Since we really never eat carne asada I wouldnât know. Youâve probably never had birria made with goat 
I never heard of birria de res until the recent quesobirria taco fad. It was always chivo or cordero.
Is cabrito the same?
Young goat!
Cabrito should be kid.