The above photo is the lunch my wife and I had on Sunday. Here in Colombia they call it a picada. Basically a little bit of everything and everyone picks what they want to eat. The dish shown contains platano, papa criolla (special potato grown only in Colombia), arepa, chicharrón, longaniza (Colombian sausage), Colombian morcilla (another sausage sometimes called blood sausage) and costillas (ribs). Taste wise; absolutely delicious. Though it is not necessarily high on the list of things my cardiologist says I can eat.
A restaurant of this type is called a piqueteadero. We reviewed one in Tenjo previously..
The interesting story this time is that for a year and half we drove past the restaurant almost daily without giving it a try. Well, we wondered when passing exactly what the place is. There are no signs around announcing it as an establishment where food is served. There is no movement around the house during the week. But on weekends the appearance is that of a group of about 50 people eating on the large covered patio.
This Sunday we were walking instead of taking the car and decided to enter the open gate. On the right stood a young man near a table filled with merengon. It is a Colombian dessert so sweet that eating one gives me a sugar high headache.
A young lady greeted us. My wife spoke with her about their offerings. I took the opportunity to check out the parrilla (grill) and counter visually hidden from the road by shrubs. The smell of the meats cooking made up my mind that we were there to eat. The menu of hand-written words on a white board occupied the wall next to the counter. There were two choices, picada and a soup.
My wife ordered a plate for two and a couple Club Colombia beers. Our order arrived almost immediately. That is because all the items are already cooked and warming on another part of the grill. It is just a matter of a person cutting them into pieces and piling the food on a plate. Conversation ceased between us as we tasted each of the offerings. There is little better than food cooked over a charcoal fire. To enhance the taste even more the restaurant provided homemade aji and chimichurri. Every morsel of food disappeared from the plate.
We lingered at our table talking about the taste of each item. All other patrons appeared to be local residents. And each seemed to enjoy their dish as much as we did. My intention is to return frequently. My wife is a stickler though for maintaining my heart-healthy diet. So it may be awhile before we the great taste crosses my lips again.
The bill arrived and came to about $9.35 USD for the two us. There was no 16% tax. That is the reason you will not find in this blog neither the name of this restaurant nor its location. There is the possibility they are operating without a license. And I will not be the one to ruin a good thing.