John S.
Yelp
Of the three The Little Chihuahua locations I've tried (Divisadero, SFO, here), this is my favorite. The menu is identical to the Divis location's menu, but for some reason, they give you larger portions, especially when you order nachos. I've never seen a long line here the way one almost always exists at Divis, and if you've been there, you know that they've never come up with a good solution to the problem of where people should wait after they've placed their orders. Here, there seems to be plenty of room.
The sit-down situation is also much better here. Divis has one single dining room with tables crowded together. Here, the kitchen is toward the front of the usable space, so the dining area wraps around it, with some small tables fairly secluded from the larger ones.
The service is also very good here, although they could do a better job of cleaning tables faster, especially when it's very slow.
If I were rating based solely on food, ambiance, and service, this would be a solid four-star review. However, the Noe Valley clientele make this place insufferable at times.
It being Noe Valley, there are always kids around. And it being 2025, a large percentage of the parents of said kids are gentle-parenting true believers, which means that instead of using their natural authority as parents to get their children to settle down and/or to stop running around the restaurant and/or to stop screaming at the top of their lungs, said parents are earnestly and uselessly trying to use logic and reasoning with three-year-olds. It's annoying, ineffective, and frankly, it needs to stop. If you cannot control your kids, you shouldn't be taking them out to eat. At the very least, take your kids outside, but don't do the intentional-ignoring thing, because while you may have patience for little Thornton's tantrums or may think little Eva's histrionics are cute, I don't. You chose to have children, which means you chose to be a parent, so parent. Benign neglect is not parenting.
I do like this place, but I haven't figured out the ideal non-kid time to come. Four of the last five times I ate here, some brat (or group of brats) ruined my dinner. The hard surfaces don't help, either; they end up amplifying all the noise.