Cinnamon raisin with bacon and cheddar cream cheese. It's Friday.

Bourbon is three things that all other whiskeys aren't. Strong, simple and cheap.

One of the best.

The rain wasn't stopping my grill tonight. Grilled steak, sauteeded onions, mushrooms and roasted garlic cream.

Umngqushu (samp and beans) a favorite of Nelson Mandela. Try some at Madiba in Fort Greene.

Hobo dinner. BBQin on the roof.

Fish and chips and a Boddingtons at A Salt And Battery.

Left over pork from Easter has created many a taco.

Sometimes the simple food gets overlooked.

My stint with Man vs Food.

This drunken spicy Falafel eating contest was initiated by a
combination of my ego and the Oasis Falafel brahs ego. It ended in me ordering two MILKS at a bar. But hey I won right?

Endless Summer Taco and Burrito Truck.

My new favorite spot in BKLYN. Pork tacos are amazing!

If I have a culinary soul mate it's him.

The Hierarchy of Pork.

Sooo many taquerias on my must try list.

It was close to 0 degrees outside, cold for all the babies in NYC. Needless to say it was legitimately cold and I needed to warm up. With Erin and Danielle in tow we headed down to the EV for some more tacos. There is a weird trend starting here that I will have to take care of. I'm suppose to be writing about all sorts of food but the theme as of yet has all been Latin influenced food. I'll fix that as soon as I have enough money to eat out again.

Anyways we hit up a little bodega style taqueria in between 4th and 5th on 1st Ave called Downtown Bakery II. Hmmmmm. Name aside the tacos were great.

There were two dead ringers that let me know this place was going to be great. First there were no gringos behind the counter. Second the refrigerator left of the register was packed full of Jarritos and 16oz GLASS bottles of Coke. Now in my humble opinion there is no better compliment to Latin food than an ice cold Coca-Cola straight out of a glass bottle. Something about the bubbles, sweet taste and that little bite that just works with hot peppers and tortillas.

Now I'm not the most patient person in the world and as long as I'm in a taqueria you know I have to start with an order of guac. So we settled into a small table and started digging in. The guac was great but not the best I've had. It was a little over worked and had an almost creamy texture. When it comes to guac I want it as chunky as possible. It did however, have an intense amount of heat.

Finally the tacos touch down on table. I start off with shrimp tacos. Ok, lacking flavor unless you had a bite with a ton of camarones in it. Also one of my most hated ingredients was present. Iceberg lettuce. Forget it, why ad it? Crunch and texture are great but if you're going to add something to my food bring some flavor to the table as well. Still a good taco but nothing to write home about, even though it made the blog.

Chicken Mole. What do I need to say here other than chocolate, chiles, chiles, and more chiles. Cooked low and slow for over a day? One of my favorite sauces. The chicken was juicy and well coked and the mole sauce was drizzled over the top, rather than having the chicken stew in the sauce. I appreciate that. Once again what is the deal with the iceberg lettuce, skip it.

Finally it wouldn't be me without some pig on site. Pernil, my new favorite Spanish word means really delicious pork. These tacos are exactly what I look for in a taqueria. Slow roasted pork with a little cilantro and onions. Nothing too fancy just the perfect compliments to an already delicious meat. Another plus on these guys is the size. These are respectable tacos for a respectable appetite.

All in all I was impressed with Downtown Bakery II's tacos. They were delicious, authentic and a great value. I'm going to have to say that the tacos at La Esquina were much tastier but hey these guys got value on their side.

As the three of us walked to the subway we walked by a curiously similar taqueria just a block or so down the street. I've heard inklings of some sort of connection between the two and I'll have to investigate further and report back.

La Arepa es mi favorito comida.

So I'm sure my grammar is completely off but the point is these little South American "sandwiches" are heaven.

I was first introduced to Arepas last July when a friend of a friend insisted that we try the restaurant Caracas Arepa Bar. The founders are two Venezuelan women who were seeking to satisfy their cravings for their country's favorite street food. So they open Caracas Arepa bar.

Now I have been to Caracas more times than any other restaurant in New York City. In fact I have been there three times in the last two weeks. Back in November I was surprised and pleased to discover that a new location had opened in Williamsburg.

The best part about Caracas is its a no frills establishment that focuses on good ingredients and authentic recipes. The arepas are served in a parchment lined paper boat and are accompanied by a squeeze bottle of chimichurri.

The arepa itself is a white corn based cake that is baked through and then grilled so the outside has a crispy crust. Inside the corn is lighter but still has the grit of corn meal. The filling varies from fresh avocado and chunks of chicken, salty white cheese, and chorizo. The best seller, De Pabellon is filled with black beans, fried plantains, salty cheese and spicy braised beef. Delicious.

But for me, Latin food shines best when it involves pork.

La De Pernil.


My favorite arepa and one that I order every time. The slow roasted pork, oh so simple yet oh so delicious sits on top of fresh tomato and is dressed with a fresh mango salsa. Of course every bite gets a shot of chimichurri.

Try it and don't do what my bland brit of a roommate does and order a chicken, onion and cheddar cheese arepa. There is one in the East Village on 1st Avenue and East 7th Street and another in Williamsburg on Grand Street and Roebling Street.