John S.
Yelp
Boogaloos, beloved Boogaloos.
Before I really knew about Boogaloos, I loved Boogaloos. When I got to know Boogaloos just a little, I loved Boogaloos like I love the Pork Store. Then there was a fire or something, and Boogaloos was closed. Then it popped up weekly on Sundays at Parada 22 on Haight Street, and Boogaloos grew even more Beloved.
Then the original on 22nd Street reopened, and I braved a Sunday brunch rush alone--yes, I waited in line alone on a weekend morning in the Mission--in order properly to review it as part of ToTMW (year unknown, sadly).
Would I breakfast at beloved Boogaloos regularly, or would I rest on my ToTMW laurels like I did with so many other Mission District haunts?
And then my building burned down, and my new building is close enough that I often order takeout Boogaloos for a late lunch. I still eat in occasionally, but it's good to go as well. In person, I almost always order the Boogaloos Classic. That gravy! Yum. To go, I almost always order a half-order of Temple O'Spuds with a sunny-side-up egg on top. The soyrizo is good, as is Nicky's Polenta. I've never had anything I didn't like, and I've been here dozens of times over the years. The food quality is consistent, and the portions are large.
The people who work here are nice, especially if you're a regular. I just really wish they were open later.
If you've always wanted to fall in love with Boogaloos but haven't wanted to wait in one of those weekend lines, just come on any weekday morning. The place is never empty, although there are often only one or two other parties here when you arrive.
Although I don't visit it as often as I did the Divis Herbivore (RIP) back in the day, I now realize that beloved Boogaloos is my new Herbivore. No, nothing can ever been the same as it was in 2012, but it can be similar.
Eat here! Often!