My friends needed a lullaby to sing to their child

Said friends are in the business of making food and starting a distillery, and are raising their child in San Francisco. This seemed the most appropriate song, terrible rhyme structure notwithstanding.

TACOS FOR YOU, BURRITOS FOR ME

Who’s got a craving for cilantro?
Who wants to get something to go?
It’s true the enchilada is tex-mex food,
so are burritos, but they’re still good!
Let’s eat something from South of the Slot
No one calls it that but I still like it—a lot!

Tacos for you, burritos for me
Chiles are hot, curtido’s spicy!
It may not be from Mexico but it’s like home,
tacos and burritos and tortas, ho-hum.

We could get pupusas, chapulines, mole—
or maybe some menudo? Oh, no!
Sometimes you want something simple and right,
something you could eat and eat all night!

Tacos for you, burritos for me
Chiles are spicy, curtido’s spicy!
It may not be like Mexico but it tastes like home,
tacos, burritos, tortas oh yum!

How far I am from the food that I love,
feels even further from friends I often think of,
but when I find my favorite food I could swear it’s just like home.
Oh give me simple food instead of molecular uni-cider foam!