Note: This is not a real Papusas’ blog post as I didn’t even have a papusa this visit. I know, what was I thinking. It still was an experience nonetheless.
Kim and I first started going to the original Papusas (now closed and gaveway to the location I am writing about) when we first started dating. It was nothing like I had had before. A fresh-cooked and authentic cheesey fun pouch of goodness with some other ingredients. But the cheese and the frying are the stars. A papusa is is a traditional Salvadoran dish made of thick, hand-made corn tortilla and stuffed with cheese and possibly some other ingredients. Now going out for us is so much about the food, it’s hard to ignore it’s friendly counterpart, the Sauce. After a while we had begun making decisions not to go to the original Papusas non-booze slinging location for the fact that it’s hard to eat Papusas without margs. So we digressed.
But since those dark days they have opened up a new, booze-servin location we are now reconsidering Papusas.
I met up with a friend there on a Sunday at about 2 pm. I was over at Absloute Vinyl taking my chances with some records I had either not heard of and liked the logo or name or was buying cause the price was better than what one normally pays for a beer. And a record can last much longer than a beer. No matter what.
After sorting through decades of musty rock, rhythm, blues and jazz it has seemed that my digging for gems had produced all the bounty I could handle for one day, I decided I needed a treat. That treat was Papusas, just a block from the record store. Sometimes I think this is why I will be such a good doggy daddy: We think alike. We want treats when we do good or feel like we have earned them. And when we do bad even though we feel painfully guilty, we will probably do it again.
I ordered the two taco plate with chicken and carnitas as the meats. And along with some rice and beans and serve yo’self salsa bar you can really satisfy a need for a great hearty Sunday afternoon meal. I love carnitas. And not that the chicken wasn’t good, I wish I ordered two carnitas because they were awesome.
I only had one marg and it needed an extra shot. My preference is the short coin-style margs. I didn’t know they would be pint-glass style. My friend, Jason, who came a little later than me (after I ordered my beverage) apparently knew the code in which to procure a short margarita. Apparently Kim and I have to work our way back up to multiple visits in order to be granted the secret shorty margarita code. Well, there’s always next time. –Brian
Chicken is a great go-to, but pork (or carnitas in this case) is my favorite meat of all time.
The marg and the shot. Best Friends Forever. Until my tummy.