I see your Dishwasher Salmon and raise you one Manifold Burrito. https://www.motortrend.com/features/1409-cooking-on-your-eng...
Spiritually related: https://idlewords.com/2007/04/the_alameda_weehawken_burrito_...
I don't know why, but it always brings me back to the memory of my first Mission burrito, years ago — learning the secret menu words [1]; unwrapping our delicious meals as we talked [2]; talking about this startup or that startup, and what we were all going to build... those were simpler times, and we were still young and full of dreams.
[1] Slide up to the counter when it's a little less busy, ask for your burrito dorado, and prepare to have your mind blown.
[2] I remember ours was one of just a few tables that evening. The night was winding down, everyone huddled over their burritos, and the cool breeze drifted through the open storefront. It was like our own SF version of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks. Of course, this was way back in the day when the taquerias sometimes wouldn't have a line at all, if you knew the right time to drop in and order.