
"I recently found myself shivering in the fog behind the Ferry Building and remembered the magical chilaquiles from Primavera’s stall at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market, made by the masa whisperers of Sonoma; there’s always a line and you need to bring cash, but you walk away clutching a warm tin of handmade tortilla chips tossed into a saucy situation with refried beans, soft scrambled eggs, and a crumble of cotija — it had been a long and hard week, but the chilaquiles restored me." - Dianne de Guzman