The world doesn't need a music and food blog to tell it that the Beatles are good any more than a cow needs a bell to... tell it... to... moo? Something like that. But for your own good, because I bet you don't do it too often of your own choosing, go put on A Hard Day's Night, skip forward to "And I Love Her," and remind yourself, even at their most stripped down and simplistic, just how much better the Beatles were than their closest competition. Orders of magnitude.
Pupuseria la Palmera - South Minneapolis Pupusa, carne asada "Pupseria" is a funny word, right? Hilarious. I had no idea what a pupuseria was when Pupuseria la Palmera took over the space formerly home to--wait for it--ready?--Stabby's, but I liked the sound of it anyway. Turns out a pupusa, for which a pupuseria is (obviously) named, is an El Salvadorian stuffed bread sort of dish. So, great, awesome, a new El Salvadorian restaurant in the neighborhood! Exciting. Problem is, at least in these early days of their young establishment, the food is totally unimpressive. I'd even say "dreary." They were out of the guisada, which was what I really wanted, so I settled on a chewy ol' flank steak with rice and a plain lettuce salad with ranch dressing? Just like back home in El Salvador. Homemade tortillas were nice in theory, but were sort of mushy in the middle. And on and on. Their hearts are in the right place I guess, and they were well staffed. And the pupusa itself (served with some pickled coleslaw type dressing) was nice. But we'll see what happens once they start figuring things out.
