So, I have a feeling that the next 4th World Love will be opened in El Salvador (possibly Baja)...you never know which country/people/spirit will strike you and after eating what was possibly one of the Top 5 meals I have ever wolfed down in LA last weekend at a tucked-away storefront El Salvadorean joint in Hollywood, well let's just say that El Salv is looking mighty fine.
There was a smoky chicken tamale, an oozing cheese pupusa con creama, some sassy huevos rancheros and the best super-thick, hand-slapped tortillas EVER. The whole mess was just over $10 and easily fed two straving bellies. Reminded me of all my favorite pupuserias in Chicago, up on N. Clark St. Full as I was after a few bites of the pupusa, I soildered on when the perfect tamale rolled out. Then came fluffy rice, then came poached huevos, then came an aching belly. But, such a happy belly. Joy. Lot's of it.
El Guanaco Restaurant & Pupuseria
5656 Santa Monica Blvd.
Hit it up. And, the funny thing is, after breakfast there, later in the day, I headed up to Malibu to get some dessert at this little funky grocery store up there -- all kinds of gourmet things peppering the shelves -- and after spending a wad on practically nothing, I walked away so unfilfilled.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
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