Sunday, February 20, 2011
These Salvadoreans are crazy about pupusas.
Sweet fried balls.
Rodrigo Giammatei delivers the food.
Banana with cream.
The proper mix of table condiments.
Inside my fried balls.
Living the dream in San Salvador.
It's Sunday, everyone has gone home and I'm left all alone in San Salvador. Paola is home deathly ill from the same salad that laid me out two days ago and I've got no one to hang with. The weather is hot, sunny and beautiful. Beautiful except that something somewhere in San Salvador is burning and there's a pall of smoke everywhere. Slowly, I'm dying from smoke inhalation.
What better way to combat smoke than with more smoke?
In my travel kit, I sometimes keep an "Emergency Cigar" for times like this. This trip, I've got a Montecristo Tubo Habano at the ready so I plop myself into an outdoor chair, call the server over for an iced tea and a pack of matches, open my computer and I'm on my way!
The cigar is tasty, the sun is warming, the tea is ice cold and it's just a beautiful day here in Central America.
Now THAT is an iced tea!
It's Sunday and I'm getting hungry. I'm getting a little tired of the breakfast buffet at the Holiday Inn, so I venture across the street to see what's available when I spot a barbecue joint serving what looks to be reasonable American style BBQ.
I thought I ordered the full rack of St. Louis ribs, but maybe my Spanish is just that bad (although I swear I thought I ordered in English) because they brought me the half rack with fries (I asked for beans). No matter, because the ribs were actually pretty darn good and I was so stuffed after that I was very happy that they didn't serve (or charge) me the entire rack. That would have been trouble!
St. Louis style ribs with what were supposed to be baked beans.