Upon arriving at my doorstep in a timely fashion on Saturday night, my first ever Argentine date asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner. The answer came to me almost automatically: a parillada. Not because I’ve never had one and not just because during the week I only have time to stuff a cheese…
I recently journeyed to Palermo in seek of the honest truth about a legendary, little-old-lady run Mexican joint named La Cupertina, which supposedly once put out some of the best empanadas, humitas, locro (meat and corn stew). The rumors, sadly, are true. It is, in fact, closed and in place of the authentic little 12-peso-a-bowl joint is yet another…
A steaming, comforting bowl of lentils and chorizo prepared by my roommate and the first real home-made meal I´ve had so far. Simple but perfect. Home-made dulce de leche del campo which my roommate brought for me from her farm in the North. Velvety smooth, sinfully thick, and almost sickeningly sweet, with a beautiful dark…
Tacos in the Northeastern United States almost never cease to be a let-down. Here I describe three sets of tacos I have encountered in the past few month and compare them to show how I feel about this lamentably unfilled niche in Boston. (*) El Sabor (carne asada, tinga, chorizo and pescado tacos) at La Verdad…
That Best Bite 