My standard Saturday morning breakfast in SF is the astronomical plate of Chilaquiles at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market, a food Mecca if there ever was one. I crave this dish. I dream of this dish. I want to make out with this dish. It is rad.
But not ten minutes after I stuffed down my brekkie this weekend did I discover this bad boy, a new addition to the Ferry Building.
Tasty salted pig parts?! [Swoon.] And as I freak out about the amazingness of this sign, my astute friend Julie quietly puts me in my place by pointing out that the sign is redundant: Salted pig parts are *always* tasty.