But We Do Have Good Food in KC

So we eat out a lot. A lot. Wait a minute. I mean A LOT. Caps lock on and no looking back.

We've tried to curb the extra-abode feasting. It hasn't worked. And it should work. Here. There just isn't as much good eats in KC. Well, that we've found anyway.

But a few weeks ago, we eavesdropped on our local NPR conversation about food. And one of the food critics mentioned this little El Salvadoran cafe in Merriam. Or Shawnee. It's so hard to keep track of KC's outerbanks.

They critics ended up having the folks at El Pulgarcito make them what sounded a lot like migas. (Whatever, like, so entry level.) We decided that the glowing review deserved a taste. Like we're hard to convince.

El Pulgarcito (does it mean lizard? I can't remember) is just south of Johnson drive, nestled quite firmly among autobody shops. Oddly, it is just, just to the left of the street we take to our good friends' house, who we visit so often I do think we've suitably worn out our welcome. Yet we've missed the El Salv revelation and tiny sign every single time.

(And the eats, especially the pupusas would've come in quite handy on those occasions when we had to spend the night. If you get my meaning. Oh God, not that one. The other one.)

We had the pupusas, these corn tortilla pancakes, stuffed with pork, beans, and cheese. And it's accompanied by (and this is why I'm not food critic), a large jar of jalapenoed coleslaw whose El Salvadoran name I can't remember. Finn dished that up, and yet surprisingly (I'm waxing ironic here) avoided it. But he did gobble up the pupusas and chased them with watermelon juice.

Note: the 'slaw is called curtido.

And they do have damn good salsa. And that comes from a girl who has seen Las Manitas' salsa on a good day.