Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl.
But we more fondly remember Loló. She was from Guadalajara, but she used to have a restaurant on 22nd in the Mission.
She could stir up a pan of Dungeness crab croquetas like a master chef in the kitchen. And her restaurant was bold, brightly colored with wild prints.
That girl had crazy style. We used to meet at her agave bar and eat tuna tacon and listen to Mexican baladas for hours.
Until she ran off with that masked luche libre wrestler named Pedro. But we heard she moved to a larger restaurant over on Valencia with two bars and an open kitchen.
Like her, it’s flamboyant and playful with lighting made from vintage bike handlebars and banquettes from pickup trucks.
Loló's still inventive, dreaming up new twists on traditional Jaliscan recipes. The restaurant will even have a downstairs private dining room. Perfect for a late night rendezvous.
We should stop by and say hello. How about a Mezcal Mula for old time’s sake?
Maybe sneak up behind her at the bar and surprise her. She’d like that.
Price: 2 (out of 4)
Noise: 2 (out of 4)
Parking: Metered street
Scene: Die-hard fans of Loló's cuisine and the day-glo amped whimsy they bring to the Mission.
Best bets: Oyster and pork chin confit sopes; panko encrusted avocado tacos; flights of specialty mezcal and tequilas
Mexican rancheria style: In addition to banquettes made from old pickup truck seats and executive suit jackets, the walls are draped in printed oilcloth and decorated with origami boats and salvaged car doors from Bayview.
Nearby: Beretta; Laszlo; The Chapel