Joanna and Jorge have gone and ruined panuchos for me. Also salbutes. From now on, I doubt I’ll enjoy either unless I take a cab or take a long hike up to Garcia Ginerés. Thanks a whole lot, Joanne and Jorge.
It took me awhile to finally order my first salbut, and I don’t know why I waited so long, but it was at Cafeteria Impala, a neighborhood place with an exceptional location and street vibe. I just love sitting under the big neon sign, which is actually one of the more memorable things along that end of the Paseo. The food was good. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to, so I was hardly an authority on salbutes, but at that point I decided that I liked panuchos and salbutes. Not that I’m an expert now… I keep calling them “salbrutes,” and I don’t know why.
But now I know what they’re supposed to taste like because our friends treated us to an early supper in their neighborhood, at La Lupita. Later that week, I ordered dos panuchos back at Impala, and they seemed heavy, a little oily, and the turkey was a [Read more…]